You Could Have Just Asked

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Another Darkiplier fic! 
A little fluff, nothing major really. Maybe some angst? Nothing mentioned but hinted?

I felt like I needed to write something for Dark since I haven’t really focused on just him in a while. 
Enjoy! 

Your home seemed…off. 
Something was wrong, Dark could sense that much as he entered your home. 
The air felt heavier than normal. Like some selfish entity had soaked out the warmth from the walls. 
Dark’s form twitched as he searched the house for you. The silence making him uneasy. A strange sensation for one such as him. 
“(Y/N)!” He called out. His lone voice like a thunder-clap through the empty rooms. 
He grinded his teeth, trying to distract his mind from the unpleasant thoughts that clawed at his sanity. 
“(Y/N)! Are you home?” He asked the still hallways. 

No, you should be home. Dark knew your schedule better than you did. He wouldn’t have wasted his time arriving if you weren’t going to be here to welcome him. 

Then, somewhere in the house, he heard a floorboard creak. 

So quiet, he almost mistook the sound for a trick of his rattling thoughts.
He followed the noise to the room he had failed to search. 

Your bedroom. 

He was confused to find you unharmed. You sat by your window, your eyes absent and staring. Thoughtful; but Dark could see the gloom playing with your features. 
“Why didn’t you answer me?” He asked, reining in his anger. 
You glanced at him, your fingers busying themselves with the sleeves of your jumper. 
“I…I didn’t feel like it,” You said, as if it clarified everything. 
Dark’s features twitched, but he pushed down his anger and moved closer to you. 

Why weren’t you smiling? Why were your eyes, once so bright and vibrant, so distant from him? 

“What happened?” Dark asked. “Did someone hurt you?”
The grin you formed was emotionless. There to trick than amuse him.
“Nothing happened. I’m just…not feeling well today.”
Dark’s eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. His fingers brushed against your forehead, feeling no heat or sweat, he removed his touch with more questions than answers.
“You’re not ill,” He stated. “What is the matter? Let me help, at least.”
You finally looked up at him. Meeting his gaze with an expression Dark couldn’t make out. 

Where was your laughter? That siren song that made his world brighter?

There is no colour in your gaze. What has happened? 

You stood and Dark stepped back. Allowing you to move without his interference in your space. You let your gaze drop to the ground. Examining the shine on his shoes for a moment, trying to form some sort of way to tell him why you were so…you didn’t even have a word to describe it yourself. 

“Can you do something for me, Dark?” You asked. Your voice was so small, so quiet, Dark felt something inside him twist. 
He nodded, “What is it, my dear?” 
“Could you lift up your arms and make a circle?” You asked. 
Dark tilted his head, confused by the request. But obeyed nonetheless. 

You ducked under his intertwined hands and pressed yourself against his chest. As you rested your head on his shoulder, you felt Dark stiffen and hiss quietly. 
It was a few seconds before Dark relaxed, and his arms encircled your body, almost crushing you against him. 

“You could have just asked,” He purred into your hair. You grinned softly into his suit and he squeezed your waist. 
He didn’t understand why, but he could already feel your warmth seeping back into the walls.