Darkiplier Smuts IX

The Remedy I

I put my hands behind my back and breathed out a huge sigh of contentment. Dark rolled off of me and caught his breath. "You know it's nice being with someone and not needing protection." I said, half laughing. "It's nice not having to wear any." Dark replied, stretching. I rolled over. "You ever wonder what it's like to be human?" He wrinkled his nose. "Not really. I had a taste of it once...swapped bodies with a friend...it was strange." I shook my head. "That's different...I meant have you ever wondered what your life would be like as a human...that kind of thing. You know, what would you do, what would you say, where would you go cuz you'd be free from Mark...that stuff." He looked deep in thought. "I think I might have literally fucked you stupid." I laughed. "I'm only curious." He looked deep in thought. "I guess I'd move someplace cold and...I dunno. I would have no employable skills as a human. Guess I'd make myself a billionaire before turning into a human. That'd fix that." "Would you marry? Have kids?" he thought about it. "Probably not. I dunno. This conversation is pure deja vu." I figured he'd talked about this with someone else before, but still. "I wish you were human sometimes." I admitted. "Why would you say something like that? I love being a demon." "I think we'd have more fun. You might feel something you never could feel as a demon, too. Like love." "I feel love, just not how most do." he said, defensively. "As a human I'd be mortal, powerless, and pretty normal." "You wouldn't have to worry about your little secret getting out." I said. "Why are we discussing this?" he asked. "No reason." I said. "I just thought I'd ask, alright it's a touchy subject, I'll leave it be." We were quiet and I kicked myself for bringing it up. "Sometimes I wonder about being like you." he admitted softly. "Must be so nice not having to hide who you really are...must be nice not having to have so much weight on your shoulders. Sure you work, but I never get a day off...and manipulating human emotions is no picnic. It's hard work...and the entire time you're working you have to be careful not to get caught. Don't even get me started on when you get asked for favors by your human. That's a second job in and of itself. I'm tethered to someone...I can never go far from them...and typically, if they died, I'd die too. Imagine having to deal with that hanging over your head. One minute you're fine-and the next your human is dead and you just fade out...no matter what was going on in your life. It doesn't matter, you only exist to be with your human. So without them, you have no reason to exist. You can thank my mom for my immortality. Of all the things to inherit...I think it's gonna be more of a curse...sometimes I wish I wasn't immortal." "Why? I fear dying someday, it'd be nice to not have to worry about it." "Because when my human friends die...I'll have to live without them forever." A shockwave rushed over my nerves and the pit of my stomach filled with anxiety. That was deep. I had no idea he felt that way. I was left speechless and I quietly rolled over. "Don't." he said. "What?" I asked. "Don't roll away from me." he sounded almost tearful. I rolled back over and he refused to look at me for awhile. I ran my hand down his cold arm, watching his muscles respond. He sighed. "Baby..." he said. "I'll miss you. For what it's worth." Tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill over at any minute. "I didn't mean to open a wound." I said. "Don't be sorry. It's something I have to deal with. I've done my best not to think about it, but it haunts me from time to time. It's a mess in my head." I hugged him tightly. "You can make other friends." I said. "No, I can't. I'll probably just go home...and be the outcast I am now down there. Forever." What a fate. I couldn't imagine. "You know I'm not dying, right?" he looked at me. "I do...but think about it...over a hundred thousand people die daily...a lot of em were just doing their thing...not expecting to die." My blood chilled, but I kept listening. "Car accidents, murders, suicides, weird medical shit...I could wake up tomorrow and all of my human friends could be dead...and unlike you humans, I can't die. I can't forget you. I have to live forever." I was beginning to see his point.I imagined how awful it'd be if I had to live forever. All my friends and family members dead, and yet there I am sitting around knowing no one...living through whatever life threw at the world...no escape. I shuddered. Dark stared straight ahead. "Well, that was a fun conversation." he said, trying to lighten up the conversation. I said nothing. I felt him looking t me. "Your emotions run deeper than what you let on." I said. "I know, what's wrong with me? Pretty sure it's not supposed to be like this...not with people." "You're special." He chuckled. "That's one way of putting it, I guess." I felt him lay on his back and heard him sigh. "So now you know. I will miss you so immensely." I looked at him. He had his hands covering his eyes, he rubbed them firmly before looking up at me. "Quit faking it." I said. "Faking what?" "Faking you suddenly being over what we just talked about." He looked at me flatly. "I'm not, I just don't want to dwell on it." I did, though. I worried for my friend...and wished even more now that he was human. "Damn it, I'm gonna make you a person yet." he laughed. "You can't do that (y/n). DNA is DNA. I'm a demon, and that's all there is to it." I wasn't convinced. "There has to be something I can do. I hate the thought of you suffering alone for eternity." "Everything happens for a reason."  he replied. "Even if it's a shitty one." "I can't think of a reason why you'd deserve that." "Maybe the solution is to make you immortal." he suggested, half joking. "Can you do that?" He laughed. "Not that I know of. Can we stop talking about this shit already? Ugh, my eyes are getting those weird droplet things again." I stared at him. He was tearing up...that's how I knew he was definitely burying his feelings again. "Just do it. Cry." I said. A blank expression crossed his face. "I'm not supposed to." he replied. "Bullshit." I said. "Really...it's not demonic." He wiped at his eyes. "Does it look like I care?" I said. He took a deep breath in through his nose and the air shook inside of him. "We have to do something." I said. "I don't know what there is we can do." he replied, looking out the window. "It seems I was just born into this misfortune..."