Wake Up (Damein/ Darkiplier Fanfiction)

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14 j₳₦ʉ₳ɽɏ 2018, 5:28 ₳₥

Paige:

I couldn't sleep. I found out that I had no need for sleep, but it passed the empty hours of the night, and I still enjoyed a nap here or there. But, after Dark left, I couldn't sleep. I would lay in bed with my eyes closed, perfectly still, waiting for sleep to come and it never would. So, hours before I had to go to the small job that I had picked up, I found myself still awake, painting my nails in the middle of my kitchen. 

i vote purple

The voice always wanted purple. I examined the red nail polish, but put it down. After a second of deliberation, I picked up the yellow polish, looking at it through the kitchen light. 

it's better then the red.

With a shrug, I started the slow process of applying the paint to my nails, leaving my ring finger nails blank, I would paint them white later. 

wait, no

The voice sounded more distorted then usual, almost in distress. I sat up straight, pausing the laptop sitting in front of me playing 'Friends'. Static filled my ears. Slowly, I twisted the cap onto the polish, listening as the static slowly focused into low humming. 

I looked at my wet nails, the polish shiny. It looked quite ridiculous with my bitten nail beds and two unpainted nails. I tensed, but didn't look up as I felt something sit down in front of me. 

"I, personally, favored the blue." I looked up to see Dark lounging comfortably against my refrigerator, an arm propped up by his knees. His suit was in tact this time, complete with his coat. There was no wrinkle in sight. Dark sent me a chilling smile, fixing his tie and running a hand through his messy hair. "Did you miss me?" He leaned forward, catching my chin with his forefinger, "Because I missed you. . . so much."

I searched my head for the weight that the voice usually occupied right behind my ear, but it was nowhere to be found. I pushed all of the air in my body out, skimming the floor where dozens of nail polishes were strewn about. I reached forward and picked up the bottle by Dark's thigh. A pearly white. 

"I have been everywhere, talking to everyone for you. The least you could do is welcome me," He snarled. I glanced up at him, making eye contact for a second before smiling softly and looking at my nails. I unscrewed the cap and brushed off the extra polish on the side of the bottle. "Better." Dark mumbled something under his breath, watching me paint my two unfinished nails. When I was finished, I gathered all of the bottles and set them into the basket I had dumped them from, then looked at Dark. 

He stood in one fluid motion and offered his hand. I took and carefully allowed myself to be helped up. I smoothed out the simple dress I was wearing. I saw all of the other woman of this age in jeans, shorts, and tiny skirts, but I was always hesitant to put anything of that sort on, it didn't feel right. So, I stuck to my dresses, which were dubbed 'vintage' and 'adorable'. But, I would be the first to admit the hassle of a corset was not missed by me, and shoes were much more comfortable. 

"Grab your coat, we have somewhere to be." Dark nudged me out of the kitchen and followed me to my room, looking around curiously. I didn't know what he was looking at, as I hardly decorated, just a few plants here and there. 

I slid on the simple peach coat that went with the white dress I was in, then turned to Dark. He offered his arm, which I gladly took. He stood still for a second, before muttering something. I glanced up to see him reach into his coat pocket and hand me a single rose. Blood red and pristine, I gladly took the gift. 

Once I did so, Dark led me out of my flat and into the sleepy streets beginning to wake up. "Just this way." Dark leaned down to whisper into my ear, turning me down an unfamiliar street.