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.

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?

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.

“There we go..” He mumbled. Pulling Host gently against himself. Holding his hand while his other arm rubbed soft flesh. “I’m sorry I left you alone..” He shouldn’t of moved so soon, food was great, but Host being like this.. He couldn’t help feeling a tad responsible.

With no responses Edward wasn’t too sure whether he was heard or not, but that didn’t mean he fell silent. “I’m not going anywhere.” He promised again. Pressing a delicate kiss to the others temple as he held him closer. If they had to wait it out, so be it. He wasn’t going to leave. “Just come back as soon as you can.. You don’t deserve to be where ever you are..” Sure Host had him supposedly. But other Edward sounded like a bit of an ass.

Host held onto them with his free hand, burying his face against their chest. He felt bad, and he was sure he shouldn’t be with the doctor, and that Edward was probably with him and holding him too, but he could barely hear him. He couldn’t really make out what he said either, thanks to the doctor’s own murmuring.

He held him tighter though, squeezing Host slightly, and Host whimpered softly. He could imagine he was -in this dimension- with the doctor purely out of fear for the worse. Being alone in this world, and apparently being as scared of it as he was, sounded terrifying. No wonder he had sought the smallest bit of safety, and that was the doctor.

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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emptynarration:

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.

“Thats it. Just breath.” He didn’t need Host hyperventilating. Though he wasn’t sure if he could hear him or not. Squeezing his hand softly as his other hand came up, trying to coax Host to sit up gentle.

“Can you hear me?” He asked, fingers brushing the others cheek delicately. Another set of bandages he may need to change.. “it’s Edward, I’m here with you. I’m real.”

Host let himself be sat up, leaning against them. Edward, and the doctor. Both there, but one more prominent than the other. Host was just glad someone was there, and had saved him from Dark.

Host stayed silent. He could hear the whisper of Edward, the other reality. But he could also hear the doctor, and the soothing touch against his cheek from them both. You’re safe now. I’m here, Host. I told you I protect what’s mine.

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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emptynarration:

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.

With his arms empty he carefully made his way over to Host, much as he wished to be fast he didn’t need to have Host any more scared then he currently looked. Crouching as he came over, a hand sliding to find Host’s fingers.

“Host?” He tried again, a little louder. He didnt yet try to sit him up, worried as to why Host may be on the floor to begin with. The pang in his stomach worsened. He hadn’t wanted to leave Host for long..

Dark evaporated, thanks to the doctor’s help. Host immediately clung to the hand finding his, taking deep shaky breaths, trying to remain calm. He hated this, he hated it and wanted to be back where he belonged. These situations made him wonder if he belonged here or there.

He held tightly onto Edward’s hand, not wanting to be alone, or for it to vanish.

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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emptynarration:

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.

Noises unfortunately weren’t uncommon, thus the few possible sounds of Hosts scrambling, if they even echoed enough to reach him, didn’t quite bring any concern. With those like the Jim’s and such coming and going odd noises were rather normal.

Eventually however the broth was done, and was carefully placed into two nicely sized soup mugs. Alone with the left over being put in a container. Left out to cool. The plate of bread. All he’d made now upon a wooden board for easier transportation.

Getting to the door, he had a bit of a task to open it, though he didn’t want to remove Host from his comfort. It was tricky but not impossible. Annoying himself as he nudged the door open. “I’m b-” the sentence fell flat as his eyes had landed on the empty space. Flicking to where Host now was.

“Host?” He had to attempt not to drop what he was holding. Quickly placing it down on the nearest surface, almost spilling the broth had not purposefully undefiled the cups. Worry giving a sharp twist to his stomach as he clicked the door shut.

Host heard the door slam open, causing him to flinch. He could hear someone call out for him, but he couldn’t make it out. He just whimpered in fear, laying on his back on the ground, blood soaking into the bandages slowly. He wanted to leave, to be alone, or to be with Edward. The doctor. Both or either? He wasn’t sure what he even thought about.

He could hear someone’s raised voice, and he knew it was directed at Dark, and he knew that was the doctor. But he hoped Edward was there too, that he’d find him and save him from this dimension.

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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emptynarration:

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.

Confident that Host would be alright Edward made a small stop to his room to ditch the shirt and moved off to the kitchen.

After mentioning the broth he decided to make that, it wouldn’t take too long, and he enjoyed cutting up some thin slices of mushroom amount other flavours and spices. The pot eventually bubbling with a clear brown coloured liquid with an enticing scent.

He hummed as he worked, brushing stray black strands from his face as he stirred and added. Deciding to occupy the extra time for the flavours to reduce by cutting up some nice white bread to go with it.

Host was fine, for a while. But gradually, a shrill sound built up in his ears, and soon enough a high beep like a tinnitus. A cold shudder ran down his spine, and he couldn’t feel the comfort of his pillows anymore, as he lost focus on them. Creaking wood, groaning under some weight, filled the air. And then there were the whispers. Quiet, frantic, panicked. Too quiet to make out, too many to understand.

Host knew it wasn’t from this reality. And he knew what entity was coming to bother him in the other reality.

The door didn’t open as the being simply fazed through the wood, the room growing ice cold. It seeped into Host, and his very being, and he shivered, curling up tightly. He was afraid of this entity, what he learned was this dimension’s Dark.

He had only seen it once before, and it had hurt. It wasn’t made for a human’s comprehension. It was a blindingly bright darkness, sucking out all colours wherever it went. Impossibly bright and at the same time impossibly dark shadows of blue and red flickering through it like lightning. Its form changing every moment you looked at it, never staying the same. It wasn’t humanoid anymore, it just was. And it terrified Host.

He yelped when the entity grabbed him -he didn’t want to imagine what kind of limb it may had for that- and pulled him out of the corner -the real Host merely falling out of the pile and scrambling away from it. The thing loomed over him, and intangible ice dropped onto the Host like water, leaving no trace but a burning hot sensation.

This was the bad thing about this entity. It didn’t need to be seen, as its realness could be felt, and heard. It filled Host’s head, thoughts of escaping, fleeing, trying to run going through him, accompanied with the many possibilities Dark would torture or kill him following after.

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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emptynarration:

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.

“Hm..well, I could make you something light then..perhaps an easy broth, lots of mushrooms and chives..” He lists with a hum. Sometimes he wondered if he would’ve done culinary had he not become a doctor. He did adore food. Still smiling as he held Host. The little mumbles from his lips a thing he’d grown to love. He too was hopeful that Hosts bad stretch was over, that just for a little they could enjoy one another’s presense without that.

His face warmed and eyes half shut at the nuzzle. Making a content sound, he didn’t much want to move. Not with how comfortable this was. Eventually though, perhaps a handful of good soild minutes, he shifted.

“It might promote some proper if we have something..then we can resume this if you’d like.” Brushing his hands up Host’s back again before he gently untangled them. “I’ll be back as quick as possible.” He assured, and stealing a slightly shy kiss to the other man’s cheek before he took his gross shirt and headed to make them something.

Host hummed softly as he listened to the doctor. He was a pretty good cook actually, though it was hard to do being blind. It was rare he took his bandages off just to cook, but when he did, he was really good. He had always loved good food, Author especially. Only the best quality he could find had been alright, even though he hadn’t had been good with eating on time either.

Host let Edward let go of him, getting off his lap to let him stand up. He smiled at the shy kiss, “The Host will be waiting”, murmured after the leaving doctor. He relaxed back into his pillows then, waiting.

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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emptynarration:

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.

That was much better. Wrapping his arms around Host with a content smile on his lips. It was cozy, warm, having Hosts weight against him, even if a little light. He still needed to work on how to help with that..

“As long as I can, as long as you would like me too.” At worst he’d say to work he had a patiant of his own, which wasnt a lie. “I could go get us both something in a moment if you’re up for eating.” He suggests. Fingers brushing Host’s back gently.

“Host doesn’t mind not eating, as he’s sure Edward knows, but wouldn’t deny him if he got them both something to eat, if he’s hungry.”, Host replied softly, continuing to quietly narrate against Edward. It was nice like this, in his own reality, kind and peaceful. It was a lot better than whatever other reality he got stuck in so much. He hoped that would lessen again, or he was afraid he didn’t know what more to do.

He nuzzled against Edward’s jaw gently, enjoying being close to him, and being held. He’d let Edward go to get food if the doctor desired, but not otherwise. He didn’t want to be alone for long.

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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emptynarration:

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.

“Come, get yourself comfortable then.” He encoraged warmly, shifting his legs slightly in to a crossed position so it gave somewhere for Host to sit. His arms extending out the way, awaiting to wrap around Host when and if he chose to move.

“Yes.” There was little to no hesitation is the reply. “I would like to stay, keep you company, make sure you’re still alright.”. Work or not, Host meant more right now, he’d given Edward quite the fright.

Host happily crawled into Edward’s lap, curling up against him, resting against his chest so he could feel his heartbeat. It was calming, comforting.

“The Host wonders how long Edward will stay, seeing how the other has a job to do still, and should at least leave to get food. Host still isn’t fond of the idea of leaving his room.”, Host said then, voice soft.

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 liked seeing Host out of his coat, and now in a lewd sense, he simply liked that he was in something different. Something soft. He looked comfortable. That was what mattered.

He eyed the offered hand and stepped over, a gentle smile on his lips. “As I said, it’s perfectly alright, though this does save me having to go to mine to get another. So thank you.” He couldn’t pass up the chance to wear something of Host’s. Not when the others gentle scent lingered on the fabric. Gently he took off his shirt, dabbing off any blood that had seeped through with the ruined fabric. Then quickly slipped Host’s on. They weren’t exactly the same size, but it didn’t fit too tightly, though perhaps not quite as loose as his own. A light pink on his cheeks.

Host smiled, happy that Edward agreed to wear his shirt. He went back to his corner, getting comfortable in the pile of softness. He was glad he had made it, it was soft enough he could fall sleep in it and not worry about waking up sore.

He still couldn’t be sure if his visions would become less frequent and bad. So he opted to stay here for now, in his comfort and softness, and wait for the next one. If he managed for a longer time without, or not a bad one, he could probably leave his room again.

“Would Edward join him? Host would like it if he did, finding the most comfort in Edward’s close presence. He is also comfortable to cuddle with.”, Host asked then, smiling as he tugged at the sleeves of his sweater.

With clean fabric on and his glasses fixed, Edward for now placed his bundled up shirt beside the door. To be dealt and disposed of later.

“I would be happy to join you.” He replied with a smile. Once more coming into Host’s cozy corner, watching the other tug his sleeves as he took a seat beside the other. “Is there a certain way you like to be held?” He asked curiously. He was curious if he’d been doing as Host liked, or if there was another way Host liked being held. From front, from behind. Perhaps he wanted to be back in Edward lap. There were plenty of options, though right now he was just happy to be close to Host without the other being horiibly lost or suffering.

“The Host enjoys being in Edward’s lap, able to curl up and hold onto him.”, Host replied softly. He had liked how he had been held, even though he wasn’t aware of it for most of the time he had been. He was glad Edward asked though, and would give him comfort.

“Will Edward stay long with the Host?”, he asked then, wondering. Did Edward have to leave for work again? Or would he stay a while here with him?