I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 17 - Don't Thank me too Much- I Don't Deserve it.

Your dreams faded away as you heard an abrupt knock on the bedroom door. You grumble in response- the person coming in. Your eyes have yet to open, as the sun was too bright- reflecting off of almost everything in your room. "Rise and shine, ____!" The man said- pulling the large curtains that were barely covering the windows.

"What time is it-" You rub your eyes, looking lazily at the glowing person before you. You couldn't detect who he was. "Eight in the morning, I thought this was your wake up time." He shrugged. "No, I woke up at around three yesterday-" "Oh. Well! We can get up now, and go into the garden." A smile was plastered on his face. He seemed to love the flowers.

You thought about him for a bit- would it be Damien? He's often more relaxed than this more passive... Dark would NOT be like this - it must've been Mark. "Well, Mark--" You hold your breath, to be certain that you said the right name. "I'll go out with you in maybe 15-20 minutes. You sat up, getting out of bed in a nightgown that you put on before passing out.

"Wait- clothes... You need clothes. Wait here." Mark uttered- walking through the bathroom door to another bedroom- Damiens. You heard their conversation- muffled through the thick walls. "Hey, Damien?" "Yes." Damien seemed a bit busy, you wonder with what. "Can I use one of the outfits in your closet?" "Not my suits- unless you want to wear..." He paused, sighing softly. "one of Celines dresses...?"

"OH- it's- it's not for me, it's for ____," Mark mumbled, scrunching his brows together in disbelief. Though he has met quite a few men who enjoy wearing dresses and skirts - he hasn't tried that out, nor was interested in it. He liked the outfits and aesthetic he has had for the past couple of years.

"Oh, uh-" Damien stood up, walking to the closet. "I rather not- because you know..." his voice dropped a little- speaking with a soft whisper so no one would hear it if they were listening. Damn it you thought. "Oh! Yeah, yeah. Alright. Do you have anything that isn't hers that she could wear?" Mark asked. "Celine never wore these- but brought them here last summer- I think they will do." He walked into the closet with Mark.

"Thanks, Damien." Mark nods- taking the outfit they had planned. Mark then walked back into your room. "Here- I'll wait outside so you can change in peace... unlike me-" He remarked- addressing the hint of when you were last in his room... The day you both met for the first time. It earned an awkward chuckle from you.

"S-sorry about that again Mark, won't happen again." You sighed, watching him leave the room. "Don't be- it's a unique way to meet one another... I like it" Mark closed the door behind him - and you look at the outfit. Light blue worn jeans- high waisted with a black leather belt- the bottom part of the jeans were cuffed, with a back loose t-shirt to tuck into it- and on top was a straw sunhat.

You slipped on the outfit - going into the bathroom to see it in the mirror. You looked stunning, confident- gorgeous as always. Though, someone decided to barge in. Not Dark again... He was having his eyes down on a book- not paying any attention to your presence until he bumped into you. "____, I-" He pauses, holding onto your har as you were about to fall- pulling you closer to him.

"My bad." He looks down at you, with a blank face. You didn't know if he just wanted to legit run into you- and played dumb, or really was intrigued by the book he was holding. Wait- that wasn't a book, it was a notebook. You vaguely remember seeing a notebook on his end table, either it was a while ago- or just last night. Was it a dream? you couldn't tell.

"It's fine." You mutter, stepping out of his reach and towards the marbled counter. Your hands rest on the edge of the counter - looking closer at your face. Thank god for smudge-proof makeup- you still had the same makeup on. He set down his notebook on the counter, looking down at you again. He realized you had a whole new outfit on.

"Wasn't that suppose to be Celines?" He questioned- scrunching his eyebrows in confusion. "Probably- I didn't bring a second pair of clothes since I wasn't planning on staying overnight... but ya know, whatever." You shrug, fixing your shirt a little bit. "Well, I like it." He complimented you. Was that one of the first times he has ever sad something that sincere, that nice to you?

"It fits your style." You look up to him, his gaze piercing right through you. "Thanks." You nod. "Don't thank me too much- I don't deserve it." He broke the locked eye contact- and looked at his more casual outfit in the mirror. With all the black he does often wear- you didn't notice until just now.

He had one of the black shirts from the dresser- a black belt and jeans. They were all fitted to his body flawlessly. "Where are you going? On some sort of date?" You ask, sitting up on the empty counter space. He cracked his neck a little.

"Not what you'd think- unless you think it's a date. I'm heading to the garden with you guys. I need a few new flowers for... something." He shrugged. "Well, I promised I would meet Mark outside about 20 minutes ago..." You find the sandals that went along with the rest of your outfit. "So, I better get going." You power walk out of the bathroom, leaving Dark in there.

Mark leaned against your door on the outside- and once you opened it, he collapsed onto you. You were barely able to hold him up- causing you to fall. Dark was quietly behind you just in time, to hold you... and Mark. "What the fuck Mark?" Dark lectured. Mark shook his head in guilt. "I'm sorry Dark- I-I'm sorry ____. I wasn't thinking at all." Mark apologized.

"It's fine, no biggie. Let's go!" You pointed onwards, leaping out of Darks grasp. You wanted to be at a 5 feet distance from him recently - from that mysterious "dream" you may or may not have had about him, and his room. Damien walked behind the three of you slowly- not wanting to waste his breath by catching up.