Danti~ tainted

Mindless Thoughts

Darks pov
After we had both gotten out of the bed I wrapped a towel around him as he sat on the toilet. He didn't speak after whatever that thing was, he wouldn't even look at me.  I just felt so confused. I had a towel around myself and I went into my room and put some random clothes on that I could find, then I went to his room. His door slowly creaked opens as I pushed it slightly. Antis room was a little more of a mess then before when I was last in here but my eyes had wondered to his bed to see something that upset me slightly. A patch on his bed sheets were stained with dried blood, a bloody knife and bandages lay upon the patch of dried crimson. I've never much been a fan of the smell of blood, I like the way it looks, the beauty of that deep crimson, but the smell? It was something I never enjoyed. I walked to his wardrobe and looked at the clothes. There was a lot of men's cloths but there was a lot of girls clothes in it as well, some of the stuff I would really would like to see him in but alas this wasn't the time though I still picked some girls cloths. I took an oversized pastel green fluffy jumper he had, some leggings and underwear. I brought the clothes to him and he looked up at me with tired eyes that looked he was struggling to keep open. I took his towel and started to dry him before I dressed him. He didn't fight back. He barely even reacted. Was he just too tired or used to this? Carefully I picked anti up and brought him downstairs and laid him on the sofa, he curled up and closed his eyes, after a few moments soft little snores left his lips. I leaned down and traced my thumb across his soft lips, they tinkled against it. Was it him? I know he has a problem with being gentle. He doesn't understand it. A simple kiss would be such an act so was this why he didn't like them? Because they had a sort of trigger? Though what I saw didn't make sense. Antis face scrunched up and so I removed my thumb from his lips though the feeling of him lingered on my skin. I got up properly and cleaned up only slightly in the house. In all fairness this place did have some resemblance to my uncles old house though the way the rooms looked were very different. After a small while I started to wonder idly, lost in thought. I only had a little while until he gets better and I don't know what to do.  Should I run or can I even leave now? Do I try to get answer from him or not? Will he remember all of this or only parts? I just don't know. Why was he like this why he was sick, why can't he always be like this and we met some other way? What am I even going to do....I do stuck and it's his fault. He's messed with my head and I hate it. I am dark, son of Damien. I'm a powerful demon that wouldn't hesitate to kill you if you look at me in a way I didn't like so who the hell am I now? Is this how humans feel? Powerless, helpless? It fucking sucks. I've never been this conflicted and confused and it hurts. Slowly I made my way to him and looked at him. Anti looked so peaceful and yet I know behind that mask is chaos. A chaotic evil that plagues him. I sat down and laid with him as I wrapped my arms around him and held him to my chest. I hate how natural this feels. How much I want to protect him when he's like this even though I should want him dead. There really is something truly fucked up with me. I looked at his face that had a slight pained expression on it so unconsciously my hand went to his hair and pet him, he calmed and I smiled. I'm a fucking fool.

What am I to do truly? Should I just see what happens? Should I run and never look back? Do I stay? Should I ask him the questions about him that keep burning in my skull, would he answer if he's like this? I don't know if I can carry on like this but what choices do I take or even have at this point?

*author note*
It's up to you people. Comment what you think darky boy should do. Next chapter will most likely be a Jacob and Damien chapter again while I wait for the results so till next time peepos