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.

Even when Host seemed fine Edward didn’t lessen his comfort. Though his rocking had slowed so neither of them ended up with a headache. His chest felt awfully tight, though he managed not to cry. He simply couldn’t believe he’d almost lost Host, just like that.

“Ofcourse.. I’m going to have to clean the cloth though to wipe them, Are you sure you don’t wish to bathe first?” He knew Host didn’t want to be alone, but a warm shower or bath could be pleasent under the right circumstance. Perhaps even get him relaxed.

“Will… Will you stay with me?..”, Host asked quietly. He didn’t want to be alone, he was afraid to. A bath did sound nice, but he didn’t want to be alone. He needed Edward and knowing he was nearby, hearing him.

“I- I’m sorry… I.. I need you..”, Host mumbled softly. He needed to know where he belonged, and Edward helped.

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 didn’t stop Host. Letting him take his time. No rush whatsoever. Host needed this, needed the comfort and he was there to supply it. Running his hand up and down his back. “Shhh.. Its okay..” He soothed gently every now and again reminding Host he was there and they were safe.

The lips against his neck tickled and tingled. He knew Host was just looking for assurance but he couldn’t help appriciating the soft action. Something he’d not experienced in awhile.

“That’s it.. Just breath. I’m here.” He returned his own affection by pressing a kiss into Host’s hair. Close as could be, practically balled around the other like a protective bubble.

Host finally calmed down after a while, though he was still clinging to Edward, with eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t want to risk seeing anything but his Edward, the one who cared, the kind and loving one. The one he wanted to say he loved, but couldn’t bring himself to.

“Can we please bandage my eyes again?..”, Host asked quietly. He just wanted his sight gone again, safely away behind bandages. Less in risk of slipping into another reality. Because seeing it made it so much more real than just hearing.

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 sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around Edward’s neck and burying his face against him. “Don’t leave me, please, please- I don’t want to go back, please, please.”, he begged softly, fully dropping his narrations. He was desperate, he didn’t want to go back to that doctor, he wanted to stay with Edward. He needed him so desperately.

“Don’t let me go don’t let me go, Edward please I need you please.”, he was sobbing, more blood dripping from his eyes and soaking into Edward’s shirt.

His own eyes welled up, but he didn’t let that get in the way of holding Host. A firm. Protective arm around his back and another came up to try to sooth through his hair. “I won’t, I promised you. I’m not going anywhere.” Neither of them wanted him to get lost like that again, and he couldn’t promise or stop it from occurring, but he’d be here for him. Whether or not it happened.

“I wouldn’t dare. I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go.” He pressed his face down over Host’s head, and gently rocked them back and forth. A few tears escaping the corners of his own eyes. “You’re safe now.”

Host was shaking and sobbing in Edward’s arms, clinging to him like his life depended on it. As far as he was concerned, it did, and it terrified him to no end. He was terribly afraid of that happening again, and being alone.

He tried to calm down as Edward rocked them, though it was hard. He needed quite some time, clinging to Edward and pressing himself as close to him as possible. He often pressed his lips against Edward’s neck, needing his closeness, knowing he 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.

Host sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around Edward’s neck and burying his face against him. “Don’t leave me, please, please- I don’t want to go back, please, please.”, he begged softly, fully dropping his narrations. He was desperate, he didn’t want to go back to that doctor, he wanted to stay with Edward. He needed him so desperately.

“Don’t let me go don’t let me go, Edward please I need you please.”, he was sobbing, more blood dripping from his eyes and soaking into Edward’s shirt.

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.

“That’s right, that’s not me.” He encoraged, keeping the longer gaps between his words, the gentle tone, he held Host, letting go of his nose to again gently caress his cheek. Comepletly disregarding the blood on his hand. A later issue. Host was his focus.

He knew hearing his name was extremely close to a miracle. Cradling the other closer, a hand support his back while he almost gazed down at his poor bloody cheeks and fearful expression. Hoping, waiting for a change.

“Yes, that’s who is holding you. No one else. Just me, Edward. I’ve never lied to you, and I wouldn’t start now..There’s no one else, and I’m here. Keeping you safe in my arms till you fully return where you belong.” He never ever wanted Host to dare thing he didn’t belong here. With or without him, Host belonged and was far better off in this universe then any of the horrid alternatives he saw.

Host was staring at their face, and it hurt. He couldn’t tell who he was looking at anymore, he didn’t know. But then there was a difference, he saw the doctor leaning close down to him, but Edward was upright, more than the doctor, and he looked concerned, and worried, and caring for him.

He gathered his courage and puled himself up, squeezing his eyes shut as he fazed through the doctor and got close to Edward, pretty much crashing his lips against Edward’s. He was desperate to know what was real, and he wanted to know where Edward was, and where he was.

“Edward-”, he gasped, breathless, so close to the other, but seeing him. No smirk, no grin, no blood. Except the Host’s own blood, but nothing else.

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.

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.

The doctor didn’t shut up, unlike Edward. Host’s reaction was to tighten his grip and tug at their lab coat. “No- no not-not you-”, he gasped, and his form flickered slightly, similar to Dark’s shell.

He whimpered as they changed how they held Host, clinging to their coat. Edward was lucky that Host heard him over the doctor, as he had lowered his voice, leaning down over him -looming, dangerous- unlike Edward.

“E-edward-”, Host gasped, afraid, shaking in their arms. The doctor growled, dangerous, no.

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.

One hand rested on top of Host’s as he held him. Hoping the relaxing was a small good sign. “I’ve got you..” He promised aloud. He want sure how many time he would say, or wanted to say it. He was here. He wanted, and needed to be here.

“Please, don’t forget, you belong here.. You belong in the safety of our reality. With me, with the others, who don’t hurt you.. Don’t forget here, you’re still here.” He couldn’t let it hurt, Host had to be able to come back. He couldn’t just be stuck there forever, he couldn’t.. If he could leave their reality, he could leave that one. He had too.

He needed to distinguish away from being called by profession. Pressing closer at the sob. “Edward is still here, with Host. In the right place. With his body. Where they are. Where they need to be.” Sure talking like Host did probably meant little to none, but at this point Edward was trying whatever he could. He couldn’t lose the other. Couldn’t let that fear come true.

Host couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t understand. Edward and the doctor were talking over each other, and Host couldn’t make either voice out properly.

“Stop speaking at once. Host can’t understand, it’s- why are- why are there two voices?”, Host was scared, audibly so, and confused. What was happening. His head hurt. His nose was bleeding, as he remembered two realities at once.

“Help me…”, he whimpered, holding tighter onto Edward. The doctor. He didn’t know, he just wanted help.

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 was a small relief that Host didn’t freak when he leaned against him. So for the moment he stayed. Rubbing Host’s back as he did before, not leaning on him too heavily, but supply a weight nonetheless. Even at this point Host was too gone to ground.

“I would never scare you..I’m sorry you’re confused. No one has to hurt you.. No one’s going to hurt you.” He couldn’t help responding. Whether Host could hear or not and whether Edward even entierly grasped what Host was going through. He didnt understand either. Why all the things Host had to see were bad.

Edward pulled Host a little closer, despite the bloody tears, he needed to hold him, be there. Clearly that doctor was the one Host mentioned earlier. He would never make Host ‘his’ without permission, let alone if Host even thought or wanted anything like that. “He’s not me.. Its not me you’re seeing..”

Host flinched when he was pulled closer, before relaxing against Edward, holding onto his chest lightly. He felt terrible, he knew he was forgetting his own reality, and that was bad. Very bad. He knew he wasn’t in the reality he belonged in, but he was forgetting slowly.

“The Host is scared, doctor… he’s forgetting something, something important. He… Host.. Host isn’t sure which reality is his anymore… He’s forgetting…”, Host mumbled, trembling. He had forgotten Edward already, just because the doctor was here in front of him.

It’s alright, Host. I’m here, and I’ll make sure you’ll only think of me. Here is where you belong. You’re mine. Host whimpered, holding back a soft sob. It didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound right. Something was wrong, and he couldn’t tell what.

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.

It didn’t matter how much time past. Edward simply sat, his hands out on Host’s. At one point he reached up, and brushed the others cheek. Ignoring the blood in favour for the minor offer of possible comfort.

He gave up with words eventually, and referred back to humming. Singing some other tune in hopes Host would find it peaceful.. If he ever heard it.

The doctor was surprised when the others hand moved. But he let his hand go limp, letting Host manipulate his fingers with a weak smile. “Still here..” He assured.

“I’m glad the screaming has stopped.. I promise we’ll clean up the blood when you’re better. Perhaps you could enjoy a bath or shower..” He trailed, and then blinked, “Partner..?”. Edward voiced. Brow creasing. Who knows what Host must’ve been hearing or seeing to say that.. Edward tried not to question it. It was probably his misinterpretation..

“You don’t have to be so scared.. You don’t deserve it..” Edward gave another long exhale, and on a whim, he gently leaned into Host once more. He let their fingers remain together, but his free hand gently wrapped around his back. Pressing his face into his shoulder. If Host responded bad he’d pull back.. But for now, he’d atleast try to be there. “You’re going to be alright. However long it takes.”.

Host was startled when Edward leaned into him, but didn’t try to pull back or push him back. The doctor wasn’t hurting him, just leaning against him. Holding him and speaking to him, murmuring against his neck. It felt weird.

“The Host doesn’t understand the doctor. First he’s scaring Host, then he’s soft and gentle. It.. it confuses him. Why does the doctor have to hurt him?…”, Host spoke, voice soft, though wavering a little bit. He didn’t understand it, at all.

I need to make sure you remember. That you belong to me, that you’re mine. And I won’t let you go. Host whimpered softly at the reply. “The Host doesn’t want to be the doctor’s…”, he whimpered softly. “The doctor scares him… He’s… He’s not…”, Host shook his head lightly, forgetting what he was wanted to say. He’s not who? He didn’t remember, it was hard.

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 sighed. Not getting anywhere with Host at all it seemed. He remained holding Host’s hand for the time being though, seeing as he had no other clue how else to hold him right now. Rubbing gentle circles as he watched Host.

The shudder made his lips crease in a frown. One hand moving to caress Host’s cheek. He wasn’t even sure any of his actions had made any such difference at this point..

“I know.. I know, your body is safe with me.. I promise.. I’ll be right here. Just come back to me soon..” He didn’t know what else to say, if Host couldn’t hear him, or feel him, he could really only wait.. “I’m not going anywhere till this passes..”

Host became used to the doctor’s presence finally. He was still Edward, just not how he was supposed to be. When he wasn’t talking, or smirking, he looked like him. Just a bit more bloody and dirty.

He listened to the doctor speak, he watched him, and he let him touch him. Forgetting after a while completely about Edward being with him in his reality, and not being alone. Even though the doctor’s presence should’ve reminded him Edward was most likely there.

After another while of nothing, and the doctor staying so close to him, Host tentatively reached out and grasped his hand -finding Edward’s. He gently played with his fingers, watching them, moving and flexing, the skin and muscles. It calmed him a bit more.

“The Host sits quietly together with the doctor. The screams have faded into the background, as did the accompanying laughter. Host got used to the smell of blood, feeling it drip from his eyes and onto the doctor’s hand. He’s smirking at his.. partner?… at the small action he interpreted as affection. The Host isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel, other than fear.”, Host mumbled softly his narrations.