I Promise. (Damien x Reader)

Episode 20 - Friend? Buddy? Brother?

"Mind if I join?"

Those words caught you off guard- looking up immediately at the tall man leaning against the door. Dark was the first to stand up - adjusting the cuffs on his blazer. "W-Will. Pleasure seeing you here. Now, what do you want." Dark asked, startled. Mark stood in awe- watching Will intently in pure silence, Damien does the same.

"Oh - the same you all want, Celine- her mother... gone." He motioned. "She did this to you guys but-" He paused, finally looking at you. He was taken back by your beautiful looks. "Who's this?" He stepped forward, but you stayed put on the bed, sitting up and watching Damien and Dark step closer to you- moderately shielding you from his lurking eyes.

Maybe because Wilford can be quite unpredictable. Quite, violent- per se? "Wow- hiding the gem? How harsh." He huffed. "I only wanted to say hi- as it is our first time meeting. Unless she's that girl who was there from Dreamland USA." Mark sighs. "You saw her too?" "Of course! How could you not? She is very noticeable."

"Just one hello, simple enough." Will pleaded- Damien and Dark hesitantly moved - Wilford eagerly waiting for a few feet from you. "Hello, Madam. I'm Wilford- but call me Will." He smiled cheekily, kneeling down and holding out his hand. You softly grasp onto it. "____. My name is ____." You mutter, not knowing how to talk to him just yet. "Beautiful name, _____." He gently kissed the back of your hand.

Will soon let go, standing back up. "So - this is the one who has been... affecting us all" Wilford joked- the others sighed in annoyance. One said no, another said shut up, and another stayed silent with a guilty nod. You were still a bit oblivious about what was going on - or maybe you just forgot about it.

You decide not to butt in - and let them talk. It isn't about me- it's about them.' You thought to yourself. "I thought you loved her- Will.." Damien stuttered- his hand resting on his back of his neck out of stress and how... uncomfortable that topic is. With the tension from the new breakup - and the past deceit from cheating... It was odd seeing them talk, this civil.

"I do- did. I did, but not anymore. She fucked us over, used us." Wills voice boomed with agitation - and hidden with emotion. Dark nodded-staring down at the wooden floors beneath him. "She's coming tomorrow - to get her things." Damien sighs gloomily. "Perfect- we'll get her then." Wilford huffs. "I could kill her if I really wanted to-"

"-Which you won't" Mark interrupted Wills' train of thought - and looked down at you. You watched them intently- waiting for the next response- and the one after that. It was kind of awkward- none of them knew what to do. They probably haven't seen Wilford in a long while.

"But, why come so suddenly, hm? Why at the perfect timing." Damien interrupted the heated silence. But his mind was really thinking about why he came in while you were right next to him- but that doesn't have to be said. "I, uh- you know. We're all connected, I kinda know what you know... and in some circumstances, I can feel what you feel.

Damien scrunched his face in confusion. Feel? What does he mean? "Elaborate about the feel. Is it like physical, or emotional- or..." Dark asked, leaning on the bare wall behind him. "Well- emotional connection... obviously." Will coughed. "But with the physical- it is physical, but only in a deep sleep kind of state." Wilford stood there- trying to find the words to answer with.

"Like, if one is doing-" He paused. "Spit it out, Willy." Dark mocked. "IT. Like it." They were still confused. "SEX. If one is having... sex... the others can feel some of it- if not more than the one receiving... whatever. I don't know - I can't explain it. We can ask Celine more about that." Wilford huffed. To the four guys- it explained a lot.

'Maybe those, dreams weren't actually dreams- just seeing out of someone else's eyes.' Mark thought- then turned into disgust as he turned to Damien. Oh god, Damien and Celine. Damien scratched behind his neck- thinking of a way to detour the conversation to something else less... invasive.

"Well, anyway. Why don't I get a nice comfy room! Maybe the one down the hall I-" Wilford was interrupted by Darks sharp glare. "Not an option- you'll have to stay in another room." "Why? What did you do-" "Nothing. Nothing, Will- It just isn't a bedroom anymore." Dark walked out of the room- his shoulder butting into Wilford's on the way.

You glanced at Damien- then followed after him. What did he have to hide? What was that one he couldn't even keep from his... friend? buddy? brother? neither of those fit the situation- so you kept it to just Will. You slowly followed after him - watching him intently as he turned a corner - entering a stone corridor.

Thankfully - the other guys chose to not follow you, instead they wanted to talk about the plan that will give them all the answers, hopefully. You have never been down this corridor- the stone walls and pillars climbing up to the rounded out ceiling. It was like a bridge - looking over a garden below.

There was ivy growing along with the old glass windows. It gave you vibes from a series you read a while ago, what was it? Oh yes, Harry Potter. Though, you never liked the author- it was a good series nevertheless. He exited the bridge and onto a more rustic flooring- and older looking part of the mansion.

This area was completely separated from the rest- with older flooring, occasional rugs, and end tables along the walls. The tables displayed artifacts, pictures, and paintings that were evenly hung above them. He then turned into a room.

You didn't expect that - did you.

Your eyes widen looking at the interior, a crib?