Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ: ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜsɪᴛʏ

Trigger warning: Mentions of physical abuse.

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"Mark?" His voice softly spoke out, his face falling at the name.

"Yeah..." She replied, "I... I don't think that I want to talk about it right now."

Dark abruptly stood up, letting go of his hold on her as he began to pace around the room. She watched him carefully, her mind quickly putting itself back together as she watched him run stressful hands through his ebony hair.

"Dark? What's wrong?"

"..I-I'm sorry... You're right. This isn't the time that I thought it was."

"What happened? You look even paler than before." She commented, getting up off of the bed and walking over towards him. She reached up to him, alarmed when he turned towards her with a shocked expression on his face. She stepped back, recognizing that as the last face she had seen before he had choked her. Seeing this, Dark reached out to her, wrapping her into him as he held tightly onto her.

"I couldn't leave. It was because of him."

"Dark, what are you saying?" She pulled her face off of his chest, reaching up to cup his cheeks in her hands. Strangely enough, the act felt extremely natural. Like, she didn't even have to hesitate. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind when she looked at him. (Y/n) felt surprisingly safe in his hold, and wished to make him feel the same. The effect that he had on her was extreme, but it wasn't as if he would let her leave anyhow. She didn't know how, but just the expressions on his face were able to convey enough words for her to see what troubled him, "What happened to you?"

He let out a sigh, letting go of her waist in order to put his hands on hers that were gently laying on his cheeks. He was radiant in her presence, and her soft hands on his face were enough to cure diseases. Just as he had always remembered, she was the advisor - the counselor. (Y/n) had always had a way with words around him. A part of him hated it, but another part of him was willing to drop to his knees and just plead for her simple touch. She was a goddess on her own. Why he decided to abandon her that night for simple a poker game was just beyond his realm of understanding.

(Y/n) was claiming that she wasn't the girl that he knew, and a part of him agreed with that. The fact that she could have been alive for so long when he was so close caused him to doubt that she had any memories of him, let alone feelings. Even so, her touch, her features, her personality - she was the exact same person. Was this something akin to reincarnation? That was the only thing that he could think of to explain her inability to remember him. It caused his heart to burn all the more for her. He had another chance to make things right. Sure, there was an extremely bad first impression stuck in her mind and he basically ruined her view of him and caused extreme mistrust, but there was a chance. He would make sure that she would fall back in love with him. He had to try.

And although she may not be the same conscious woman that he remembered, the spark in her eyes when she looked at him told him all that he needed to see.

Even so, the memory of Mark rang in his mind, causing his thoughts to cloud. He had blocked out that instance for a reason and the fact that this previous lover of hers was named the exact same was of course alarming. As a matter of fact, it made him extremely angered. This man seemed to be another reincarnation or something close to it - if that was even a real thing. The Mark that Dark had known years before was reckless. Almost sadistic in a way. He was constantly running on a buzz, but that was the reason that they had called him a party king after all. The night that he had invited him over for a simple game of poker and a couple of drinks was the night that he would forever regret. It caused him to be haunted by the memories of death and suffering, eternal torment, and the separation between him and his partner, whom he had forever missed.