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Great timing
A/n: I'm on a roll this week with angst so except some Yancy angst later, I'm going to absolutely destroy him
Warnings: Slight cursing
Summary: Damien's still stuck in the seeming never ending forest Mark trapped him in after his death, yet somehow your still able to reach him
“I knew I would find you here.” you missed that voice. It was as smooth as chocolate yet sweet like honey, it never failed to make your heart skip a beat, even now. You missed him so goddamn much. You knew it was only him there was no point in turning to face him.
Maybe you were selfish but frankly you were too tired to care anymore. “I miss you…” you breathed out barely making it to Damiens ears. His pale features twisted to a sour expression of remorse. “At least I still get to see you here.” he smiled sadly.
His heavy footsteps drew near in the crunching of the snow, until he was sat up against you.
You turned to look at him, he looked tired so tired. His eyelids looked heavy, his gaze remained on the frozen lake, the wind seemed to be nothing more than a light breeze today, blowing the snow against your exposed skin leaving nothing more than a burning feeling, a shiver crawled down your spine. The snow matted into your hair leaving it damp and cold
“I only get to see you so often…” Damien spoke quietly, his once slicked black hair was grown out, tangled and matted, covering his face as he looked to the ground sullenly.
“I’m so tired of this Damien. I miss you so much.” you spat bitterly, balling your fist up weakly your face twisted into a grimace.
“I-I God I miss you so much Damien. I wish I just had one day to spend with you, just one normal day. Out of this never ending winter waste land.” you muttered bleakly as you felt yourself choke up as warm tears began to well up in your eyes.
You felt two arms wrap around your neck as Damien embraced you tightly burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could come back home to you. To everyone. To the way things were before…” he muttered, his eyebrows knitting together. The clouds turned to an angry gray, spilling glistening flakes down upon you two harsher than before. The dead trees groaned as the wind whistled through the dead forest
“Damien, I’m sorry that's…I wasn’t trying to blame you.” you felt a feeling of guilt twist up in your stomach.
“ I wish I had spent more time with you rather than trying to analyze every single stuipd thing Mark had done. I pushed you away. I’m sorry, I hope someday you can forgive me darling…”
you sat shocked, you didn’t know this was something Daimen had been holding onto for so long. Your eyebrows furrowed together, you reached out for him. “Damien, I -” you didn’t have the time to finish as you felt yourself disassociating, everything became suddenly hazy.
“No no no, not right now! Please not now…” you silently begged, trying desperately to grip Damien's hands as he smiled sadly, wanting nothing more than a few more seconds to spend with him.
Tears streamed down your soft cheeks as you looked to him hoping he could somehow stop this. “Please don’t let me go…” Damien was nothing but an image in the back of your mind. You seemed to be slipping through the void, yet you could hear his voice call out to you as clear as day.
“I’ll see you again someday my love…”
I need him dead
A/n: Hitting you guys with another Damien drabble. I actually really like how this turned out, and I wrote it to be a cliffhanger for a series so you know. This was also kind of an Au idea I had where Celine ends up dead, but I'm not going to spoil to much because I plan to write more for this Au.
Synopsis: After the years of being trapped with Damien in the endless winter woods, he finally decides to finish what Mark started.
Pairing: Damien and Gn! Reader, could be read as Romantic or Platonic
“I don’t know what you want me to say, I knew you wouldn’t be happy with my decision. So I didn’t tell you, what more is there to say?”
His tone was dim, his dead eyes watching the snow falling outside, with a bitterness you couldn’t describe.
Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes glossy with betrayal, illuminated by the flickering light of the dying flame that sat in the cold, dirtied fireplace. Small specks of ashes and dust clung to the wall as small embers popped from the swaying fire.
The light casted your figure against the dark wall behind you. Your heart was beating so fast that you could feel it hammering against your chest. His heavy eyes told you everything, yet you still felt inclined to rebuttal his unspoken argument.
“Why? Why do you want to do this? We don’t kill for personal gain, that's not who we are.”
your tone weary, your eyes just as heavy, purple bags hanging from beneath. You looked as exhausted as you felt, every breath seemed to put a strain on your whole body, a burning, aching strain.
You knew exactly how this would end, and to be honest, you didn’t really care anymore, but one of you had to be good, right? This was just the part you had to play.
“That’s not who we used to be at least, rules change when the game changes, dear. I thought you’d at least understand that.” his voice merely a hushed whisper. A crowded silence filled the room. Before he sighed, speaking again.
“I was a good man, but I can’t be that man anymore, not here. It doesn’t matter what we do here there is no judge, because we're already in hell my love.”
His voice remained shallow, that nickname he used to sing to you so sweetly, that once made your heart flutter, now only filled you with dread.
His dark gaze drifted solemnly to the creaky wood of the old cabin, and it seemed almost like the wood creaked and swayed under his prying eyes. Damien let out a breathy chuckle.
“Do you remember when we built this cabin?” your breath hitched, his tone was filled with longing, a melancholy look swirling in his chocolate eyes.
“Yes, I remember.” you replied meekly
Damien's head slowly rose up, his hollow gaze seeping into you, tearing you open.
“Then you know, we have to kill Mark.”
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