Tag: corruptedcodex

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Aware of those factors he didn’t at all mean any rush or show such in his question. He was quite happy to sit, placing his own bowl nice and far away from any rouge foot, and his fingers absentmindedly caressing the side of Host’s panted thigh. Again. A harmless gentle action that he meant nothing but comfort by doing.

He chuckled gently at the reply, but nodded in understanding. “I won’t then.” He was more then happy to sit or lay with Host as long as the other wanted. It would be nice to simply relax, in the presense of another, rathe then his own cool bed. Although it brought him relaxation.. Wasn’t quite the same as the one he got from Host.

When Host placed his bowl down, he moved it just that extra further inch towards his, moving his hand from Host’s thigh. A pondering hum on his lips. “Do you want me to just lay beside you..?” He didn’t want to crowd Host, or overheat him, Host had said being held was good but there was a difference, though minor, between gaining comfort and sleeping.

“The Host would prefer to cuddle.”, Host replied softly, crawling further into the corner, and into his pile. Pulling out the blanket from his bed, and the quilt, and some pillows to throw into position to be laid upon.

“Host wants to feel Edward close to him, and feel his safety and comfort. He doesn’t want to lay on his own.”, he continued, fiddling lightly with his sleeves. He was glad his bandages hadn’t soaked through from earlier.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Edward couldn’t help but place a soft weight on Host’s thigh. The weight being his hand. Harmlessly resting as they drunk the broth. Warming his insides and leaving the pleasent linger flavours on his tongue.

For the doctor it was gone all too fast. His minor habit to stress eat had perked due to all the concern with Host. So he wasted very little in downing what he had. Though now he’d satisfied it, and Host was here, in no harm. He felt better. Again it was almost like they’d planned to do this.

“Do I need to grab any spare blankets or pillows?” He offered into the linger silence. Host’s spot seemed cozy as was but since where was there a such a thing as too much comfort?

Host was a slow eater. He never ate a lot, but took his time to make up for it, in a way. He nuzzled against Edward hearing his question, before shaking his head lightly. “Host doesn’t want Edward to get up again.”, he mumbled softly. He wanted Edward here, with him, and not having to get up even once again. Not until tomorrow at the very least.

When Host had had enough of his soup, he placed the bowl down, carefully far enough away from them it wouldn’t be in the way. They could just crawl into the pile more properly and be fine, his bedding was already added to it anyways.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Once Host was out of his arms he carefully got up and moved back to the soup, placing the spoons in each ceramic holder as he took them off the tray. He decided to leave the bread, seeing as his hands were full and it would probably go untouched.

Slow and steady he brought the warm broth to Host, and gently placed it within arms reach, “Here.” He said warmly. Making sure Host had hold of it comepletly before moving his fingers away to take a seat beside him. He was right about the temperature, even the bowl had cooled. The doctor entierly ignoring his spoon and instead quietly, and still politely, taking a sip of the warm liquid.

Host thanked Edward softly as he took the bowl from him, sitting as close to his side as he could, before drinking from the bowl just like Edward did. He didn’t see a point in using the spoon when it was already lukewarm.

He didn’t feel a need to fill the silence between then, hearing Edward drink his soup, feeling him move against his side. A warm, strong presence next to him. He felt safe, and happy not to be alone. To be with Edward. He was also glad Edward would stay with him to rest, and not try and stay awake.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

His shoulders sagged, finally relieved enough to relax. “Whatever it takes to bring you out of those visions.” He murmered, still holding Host’s head with one hand and the rest of him with his other arm.

“I did. And it’s alright. It should be cool enough to drink by now, if you’d like it.” They both needed to get something into them whether they slept or not. Though hoped that Host would be allowed some proper shut eye.

“I could always feed you.” He said, with the hint of smile in his tone. He was joking. Partly.

Host chuckled softly, smiling. “The Host appreciates the offer. But perhaps another time, since the broth is cool enough to drink.”, he said, pressing a soft kiss to Edward’s cheek.

“Perhaps the Host and Edward could get some shut eye. Host is tired and exhausted from the visions and the fear they bring, and he doesn’t want Edward to exhaust himself too much either.”, Host didn’t want Edward to force himself to stay awake. They could stay here, together, and try and sleep some.

The laughter was a pleasent change from the earlier whimpers. Smiling softly with a nod of agreement. “I might have to hold you to that offer.” His cheeks feeling warm, he was sure it sounded a tad odd to want to feed Host something, but for someone who loved food he always saw it as more an intimate thing.

“Ofcourse. I won’t, I promise. I would enjoy resting with you, after we eat.” A full stomach was far easier to sleep on, and then it wouldn’t go cold and they could properly get comfortable. “Here, go get comfortable again and I’ll grab your bowl.” He suggested. Pressing his face one last time to Host’s hair before unwinding his arms from him.

Host hummed softly and nodded, carefully crawling out of Edward’s embrace and back to the corner of comfort. He made himself comfortable, waiting for Edward. He narrated quietly, feeling better. He hoped nothing would interrupt his sleep again, all he wanted was some proper rest. Or as much rest as he could get, at the very least.

He didn’t think about anything but the now, of Edward grabbing the bowls and coming back to him, being able to be close to him and comfortable.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

His shoulders sagged, finally relieved enough to relax. “Whatever it takes to bring you out of those visions.” He murmered, still holding Host’s head with one hand and the rest of him with his other arm.

“I did. And it’s alright. It should be cool enough to drink by now, if you’d like it.” They both needed to get something into them whether they slept or not. Though hoped that Host would be allowed some proper shut eye.

“I could always feed you.” He said, with the hint of smile in his tone. He was joking. Partly.

Host chuckled softly, smiling. “The Host appreciates the offer. But perhaps another time, since the broth is cool enough to drink.”, he said, pressing a soft kiss to Edward’s cheek.

“Perhaps the Host and Edward could get some shut eye. Host is tired and exhausted from the visions and the fear they bring, and he doesn’t want Edward to exhaust himself too much either.”, Host didn’t want Edward to force himself to stay awake. They could stay here, together, and try and sleep some.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Host was incredibly glad to hear Edward, and only Edward. Hearing him, his gentle embrace, being so close to him. So warm and gentle and kind.
“Host is so glad Edward is here.”, Host mumbled. “That Host is here with Edward. Host never wants to leave Edward, he cares so so much for the man…”. He couldn’t deny he really liked Edward, maybe even loved, but he was very much afraid to admit it.

He relaxed against Edward again slowly, feeling safe with him. He was so glad he was here, feeling safe and secure.

“I’m extremely glad that you’re here too.” He said, a light smile tugging his lips, Host’s words made his chest fill with fuzzy warmth. “By choice you won’t ever have to.” Because he knew Host didn’t choose to get stuck, and perhaps maybe that was the only reason he didn’t..

“I care alot about you.. I don’t wish to lose you like that often..” Sure he would if he had to, just to see Host at the end of it all. But he would be awfully grateful if they got a break.

“I apologise for the impromptu kisses.. It seemed to work last time. And I wasn’t quite sure what else to do.” That didn’t entierly excuse it, espically since Edward would gladly do it again given the option.

“The Host assures Edward it’s alright. Last time the Host had seen Edward and the doctor had differed in position, which was why the Host hoped it’d work. But he is glad it worked again, as the Host had felt purely Edward’s softness and gentleness.”, Host said softly. He was relaxed against Edward again, glad it hadn’t lasted for too long.

“The Host wonders if Edward has made the broth, and apologizes for keeping them from eating.”, he said softly then. He was exhausted from all these visions, but he should eat too.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Host was incredibly glad to hear Edward, and only Edward. Hearing him, his gentle embrace, being so close to him. So warm and gentle and kind.
“Host is so glad Edward is here.”, Host mumbled. “That Host is here with Edward. Host never wants to leave Edward, he cares so so much for the man…”. He couldn’t deny he really liked Edward, maybe even loved, but he was very much afraid to admit it.

He relaxed against Edward again slowly, feeling safe with him. He was so glad he was here, feeling safe and secure.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Edward wasn’t entierly certain what Host’s response meant but he hadn’t yanked away and hadn’t made any sound to indicate he was displeased. So he lingered, and then just barely pulled his lips away and pressed them to his cheek, and just slowly along his jaw. Each one soft, like a promise. That he was here, that he cared.. And alot of other feelings thrown in to.

It wasn’t fast, or needy, or hiding any other want. They were spaced out. Peppered carefully. On his chin, to his other cheek, and finally just brushing lips again. His face was red, and he wasn’t too sure if that had helped him or Host more. “Edward is right here Host..” He whispered, his hand sliding down to lay over one of Host’s.

Host held a bit tighter onto Edward’s chest while he peppered him in slow and gentle kisses, cheeks gaining a soft pink colour again. He heard Edward speak, and he couldn’t have been more relieved. Carefully leaning in to kiss Edward himself, soft and slow, before pulling back and hiding his face in Edward’s shoulder.

“Edward..”, he mumbled, clutching the other’s shirt. “Host’s here. With Edward.”, he needed to say it, to know it was real.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

Again those words hurt to hear, to be here and not be felt, but he knew Host had no control over it. He simply had to break through again.. Somehow. “I’m here..I’m right here.” The words seemed pointless when Host clearly hadn’t heard a word thus far. Gently lessening his hold and lifting his head.

Letting go of Host both hands came up to his cheeks, cupping them ever so lightly while shifting them to face one another. His legs somewhat around Host. He wasn’t sure if taking off the bandages would do anything really, and they were Host’s comfort.. He couldn’t simply take those off.

However what Host had tried earlier seemed to be something Host had thought would ground him. That had to be better then the lack of ideas Edward had..There were a few hesitant seconds before Edwards brain finally allowed the idea and he leaned in, tilting his head, lips gently and warmly pressing against Host’s.

Host whimpered softly when Edward let go of him, though faced him when his face was turned -he had to after all. He had no idea what was really happening, as his narrations were chunks from both realities that barely made sense to him, and he couldn’t tell what applied to what.

So he was surprised when Edward kissed him, and he felt it was hesitant, and soft, and warm, and kind. And he was sure it had to be Edward, because he didn’t believe the doctor would be so kind when kissing him, so he focused purely on that feeling, hands holding onto Edward’s chest gently.

Although it wasn’t all that obvious. Host had been a lovely influence on the doctor of late. Keeping him from his work and going out a tad more. Granted he still worked far too much, but it was an improvement none the less. This did however mean he’d been prviy to a noticeable slow decline in his friends visits, and just in general seeing him about. His own concern grew, and he simply figured being there when Host needed was all he could do. So here he was. Knocking at his door gently.

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Host’s visions were getting worse. They bothered him a lot more, making him less likely to leave his room. Even his broadcasts suffered from it, becoming less regular.
When Edward knocked on his door, he flinched where he was sitting. His room was messy, and he was sitting in a corner filled with pillows and blankets. He didn’t fancy opening the door, but figured Edward must be worried.
So he crawled out of the pile slowly, getting up and making his way to the door. He hesitated again, before opening it.

You belong here, to me. You’re visions are really bad, you’re gone a lot of the time. It’s why I have to protect you so much. You need someone to look after you. Host wasn’t sure. Was he? He didn’t trust the doctor, wanting to believe Edward was his reality.

“Edward is Host’s reality. He has to be. The Host is scared of the doctor’s reality, it can’t be… it can’t be the Host’s.”, Host mumbled. He wanted to be with Edward, he wanted that that reality was his. But how could he be sure?

There was a little bit of warmth hearing that statement. So simple, and really he was probably overthinking it. Though you couldn’t blame him for hoping maybe he was more to Host then he thought, he had said he’d liked him after all.

“You don’t belong there.. Of course you don’t. It’s nicer here, safer.” Who was to really know which reality was the first or original all he knew what that Host didn’t deserve the fear, and he would much rather him here with him.. Even if their reality was the ‘wrong’ one in the scheme of things.

“This has to be the right one if you’re here.. It wouldn’t be nearly as nice without you in it..” He murmered. Pressing himself ever closer. He gently brought Host’s hand, still laced with his, up to his own chest. “Please..”.

The doctor held Host tighter, making him wince. It hurt. He didn’t like it, but he felt like the doctor wanted to half protect him and half punish him for saying that. It scared him, though not as much as Dark had.

I know you’re scared. You’re always scared. Always in here, hiding with your toys. Trying to think of something else. Getting lost in those visions of yours, of a nicer place. Of human egos and kindness. But here is where you should be. Not wherever you wish to.

Host shook his head lightly, whimpering. He wanted to be with Edward, and not the doctor. He held him tighter again, fingers buried in the sweater, enough to probably leave a bruise. It hurt, and Host wanted it to stop.

“Edward… please… Edward has to be… Host wants Edward….”, he whimpered quietly, clinging tightly to their chest.