dark nodded slowly, his thumb stroking the host’s. he didn’t say anything else, not exactly knowing what to say. he understood what he was trying to say, and dark knew what he should say, he just didn’t know how to say it. -chasinganon

“Pretending to be a kitten helps quiet the Host’s head. A different headspace is a comfort the Host doesn’t allow himself a lot.”, he said softly, enjoying Dark’s gentle and affectionate touch.

dark paused, giving himself time to think. “how much is a little bit..?” he spoke quietly, glancing up at the host’s face. -chasinganon

“How is the Host supposed to explain?..”, Host mumbled, shrugging slightly. He didn’t know how to explain to Dark. Host was so used to these visions, both the painful ones and the not so bad ones. He could barely tell they got worse.

“They’re.. just a little more frequent. A little longer. Host isn’t sure how to properly explain.”.

dark took the hosts’ hand, the atmosphere dropping slightly. “how severe are your visions getting?” he asked, his tone soft and full of concern. his blue aura started to bleed out more, as if damine shared more empathy. in all honesty, dark hated the way mark had made the hosts’ past… to have the eyes torn away from someone was one of the worst fates possible and to see the host have to go through that. -chasinganon

“A little worse than usual.”, Host mumbled. He held onto Dark’s hands, though couldn’t keep his gaze on Dark. He couldn’t help his own past, what he had done to himself. Even if ultimately, other people were at fault for it, technically.