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.

With all Host’s flinching Edward put a stop to the dabbing, and his fingers fell from his hair to attempt to find the others hand to hold. Not wishing to break contact. They didn’t curl around his hand though, he sandwiched them gently between his own. The top hand caressing the top of Host’s hand.

He could’ve almost winced just seeing Host’s responses to what wasn’t there.

“There’s no other Doctor here but me Host. I’m here.. The good one, who’d never hurt you.” He replied, a little puzzled by the others wording but determined to assure even if he couldn’t be heard at this point. He was running low on ideas, he could force Host back in his arms, but who knows what upset that could cause, yet nothing so far was working.

“How do I bring you back?.. You can’t get lost in that head of yours..” He said, more so to himself, but atleast he was still talking. Racking his brains for ideas.

Host was glad when the touching stopped. More bloody tears rolling down his cheeks, as he watched the doctor throw away whatever he had dabbed against him, thankfully letting go of his hair too. Instead just taking his hand, and being oddly careful with it, gentle even. It scared him just as much as the pain.

But of course we are. You’re mine, silly Host. I’m the only one protecting you. Keeping you alive. Host shuddered, listening to that voice. So close to Edward’s, but tinged with a sick amusement his friend didn’t have. Shouldn’t have. Yet he still couldn’t pull back from the other’s grip.

“Host doesn’t want to be here… please…”, Host mumbled. It was cold, and harsh, and he hated the screams and the blood. He was barely thinking about Edward still being there with him.

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.

The whimper struck him, he knew too that Host needed him, and he never felt so helpless than when he was with him during these. This was the worst one he’d seen, or atleast been around for. He understood moreso now why Host tried to keep it to himself more than ever, but he refused to support that Host should wait it out alone. If he could help now even if just a little, he’d implore to leave Host alone even less often.

He decided to move his hands. Keeping his forehead against Host’s for a few seconds while he blindly reached for the discarded washcloth from earlier. Only then did he slightly pull back. Trying to save Host’s clothes and blankets from being too bloody by dabbing the others cheeks with the slightly warmer but still wet cloth. Meanwhile a careful hand ran through his hair, being extremely careful not to tug the strands whatsoever.

“I’m here. I’m right here. Im not going anywhere.” He knew for certain with Host’s tone that he must’ve been having too many issues hearing, but that didn’t mean he’d fall quiet.

Host was sure that both Edward’s copied their movement, though for different things. The doctor pulled his hands away, before pulling back as well. Host could do nothing but watch with fear, not knowing what was happening. What Edward might be doing, as he watched the doctor.

He flinched when the doctor dabbed something Host couldn’t identify against his cheeks, warm and wet. He whimpered when he felt a hand in his hair, wincing when the doctor gripped tightly onto his hair, forcing him to stay still. His eyes were wide, fearful. 
“Is- is this doctor with the Host?…”, he asked quietly, because it sounded like it, and it scared him even more. That somehow in this horrific reality this crazy doctor was together with the Host. That he had somehow managed that.

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.

The expression left a nasty pit in his stomach. Though he knew he wasn’t the reason, it was awfully hard not to be upset that Host was sitting here, looking mortified.

His hands were light, so easy to pull from, and his thumbs simply rubbed a delicate circle against Host’s temples, as if relieving the headache that were his visions. His own expression was even more worried than earlier, creased with upset and distress.

“Please. Host..don’t get lost now… I’m right here.. You’re not in any danger..” He brought himself closer while Host seemed like he wasn’t going to scramble. He knew he was pushing it. But he didn’t have options, he couldn’t just sit by and watch. Cupping the man’s face as his forehead eventually came to rest against Host’s. Briefly shutting his eyes, as if trying to will the others return. “You’re here..you’re safe..”

“Edward… please…”, Host whimpered softly. He knew that both Edward’s would hear him, his Edward and this other one, the doctor. And he needed help, he needed to get his mind back where it was supposed to be.

You’re mine. And you’re lucky it’s just me. Host whimpered, more bloody tears dripping down his cheeks. It hurt, the nails digging into his skin, the words. He wanted his Edward, he wanted his reality.
“Edward…”, Host hoped Edward was here. That he was there, and tried to get him back. He wanted to be with his Edward, and not this one, not the mad doctor, with his cold hands.

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 chest fell heavy with the words Host uttered. Forced to remind himself they weren’t for him.. Atleast, not him him, he hoped. Host wouldn’t tell him to go.. Not right now of all times.

“Host, I’m not leaving you.” He raised his voice but only slightly. Though he seemed all to aware based on the lack of change on Hosts fear coated expression that he wasn’t getting through. He knew Host had fleed from his touch, but what else did he have?

It was a terrible idea, and probably wouldn’t work considering they were the equivalent of hallucinations. However he didn’t want to do something that would be obvious or easily twisted in Host’s mind. So, Edward moved forwards slowly and ever so gently went to put his hands either side of Host’s head. Not to cover his ears, since that would be pointless. But to simply apply a light weight to the others head. Fingers brushing his temples. Edward was awaiting the inevitable flinch or pull away, ready to adjust his hands so Host didn’t accidently hurt either of them or run any further away.

Host couldn’t pull away when Edward was touching him. He couldn’t help but open his eyes, staring with nothing but fear on his face. He couldn’t see his Edward, he couldn’t hear his voice. He didn’t feel the gentle touch on his face.
All he saw was the other Edward. The wide twisted smirk. Holding him tightly, painful, nails digging into his skin.

This is real, the doctor said, and Host knew it was, but also wasn’t. It wasn’t his reality, it wasn’t were his body really was, but only his mind. But he couldn’t help but feel as if he belonged in the reality he was seeing, and feeling, and hearing, and smelling.

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.

“I hope I don’t.” He said gently in reply. He wouldn’t stop trying, if Host wanted and needed him, then he would be here. To the best of his abilities. It wasn’t clear when those feelings had gotten so strong. But they were there, that he simply wanted Host happy and safe.

His arms didn’t stop Host from pulling away, although a confused sounding gasp slipped his lips. His hand reaching out but now no longer touching. Simply hanging in the air.

“Host-” He tries to interrupt. His heart rate eliciting at the terror on the others face. “No.. Host, I’m not hurting you, I’m not the bad one.” He didn’t want to shift forward just yet, too aware that Host could often get skittish. He stayed back, but he didn’t move his hand, still reached out. “Please, come back over here..I wasn’t hurting you, I promise, that’s not me… I promise..”

Host couldn’t hear him, he couldn’t see him. He saw a different Edward, covered in blood, and a wide manic smile twitching on his lips. Standing up from where he had been sitting on the ground, advancing on Host. Speaking to him, don’t you care about me anymore? You’re so pathetic. Look at you, covered in your own blood, just because you’re scared. You’re lucky I keep you safe, and Host was terrified.

“S-stay away from- from-… stay away… please..”, he whimpered, trying to keep his eyes shut, though he couldn’t stop peeking, seeing the cold baren room, the blood, smelling it, hearing screams and laughter and shrieks.  

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 is no reason for me not to care about you..I just feel as though I let you down, I can’t, take those images away, even just for more than a few minutes.” He didn’t wish to upset Host, no doubt the other had wanted a fix at first and had learned to accept it. Edward did accept this was part of Host, but it didn’t mean he didn’t think about how much easier his frienvd would have without the burden.

“But I can, and will stay.. For as long as you’d like. Whether or not you can get more rest.. I’m here.” There was a minor temptation to press a kiss in Host’s hair, but he resisted. Instead simply resting, and continuing to hold him close. He knew they’d have to rewrap those eyes at some point.. But right now this felt almost oddly speical.

“Edward doesn’t let the Host down. He does everything he can to help him, and there is nothing more the Host could ask for.”, Host mumbled softly. Edward was here, and helped him, and he kept him safe.

Host was comfortable in Edward’s arms, being close to him. He enjoyed this a lot. Until another reality overlapped with him again, and he felt Edward’s arms around him tightening. Dread, and quickly panic filled him, and he scrambled away from Edward, fleeing the tight grip as blood dripped from his eyes.

“No no no no no-”, he muttered quietly, turning around and looking terrified. “This isn’t Host’s reality, this isn’t his Edward-”, he muttered quietly to himself, flinching and squeezing his eyes shut as the Edward he saw spoke to him.

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.

“No matter how many times you tell me. I still cannot begin to belive what you go through..” Sympathy heavily obvious. There was no fix, no anything, and yet Host didn’t deserve to suffer as he did.

“I’m sorry..” He sighed, brielfy shutting his eyes as he rested his face in Host’s hair. It hurt to hear that he scared Host. Alternative verse or not, he never wished to ever cause Host such fear. Although there was the silver lining to hear Host cared about him, not that he ever doubt that that feeling wasn’t atleast somewhat mutual..

His hand was still caressing Host’s back. Though their rocking had slowed. “I wish I could do more..I really do.”

“Everything Edward does is enough for the Host. He’s glad Edward cares about him, and wants to help. There’s nothing to apologize for..”, Host said softly. He liked Edward, a lot, and he was so glad that Edward cared about him and wanted to help.

Host stayed comfortably against Edward, cuddled close to his chest. He was safe, and Edward was here with him. He was really glad he could feel the comfort of him being here, even though he knew Edward couldn’t stay here with him forever.

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 reality Host sees is so terrible..”, Host mumbled. “Host gets terrified so easily.. he doesn’t fit into that world. Full of murderous psychopaths.”.

“It’s so often that Dark that terrorizes the Host. He’s a monster, and not human. Like an eldritch abomination… and.. and that world’s Edward… he isn’t like you. Like the Edward the Host cares about. He terrifies the Host the most…”, he mumbled quietly. He wished at least one ego in that other reality wasn’t a monster, but it seemed only he himself wasn’t. Or wasn’t as Host, at the very least.

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 practically buddle Host protectively as he curled up tighter. Gaze returning to worry as he rubbed Host’s back. His humming growing slightly in volume, hoping to sooth rather than wake.

Ween it was clear he wasn’t going to get through like this he realised he’d have to speak. “Host? I’m right here, I’m still with you. Nothings coming to harm you.” He didn’t whisper but he didn’t yell. Deciding upon rocking the pair of them lightly, hoping the movement would differ enough from whatever Host was seeing to perhaps pry him away or gentle ease him into waking up.

“Whatever you’re seeing, it’s not truth. It’s like any other nightmare. You are safe.” He simply kept repeating the similar assurances, trying to hit it home. Host was in no danger. Not with him here.

Host managed to wake up, feeling Edward rocking him, hearing him speak to him. He reached up and pulled his bandages off, feeling the blood that had soaked into it again, but needing to see. He knew chances were high he’d see the reality he had dreamed of, but he was taking the risk.

He saw Edward, and his worry, and he couldn’t be more relieved. “Don’t leave.”, he whispered, burying his face against Edward, squeezing his eyes shut. He was still trembling, holding tightly onto Edward, but he knew he was here, and Edward was safe.

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.

It wasn’t instant that Edward realised Host had fallen asleep, only when he’d trailed off another story and had received absolutely no response. His finger still twirled gently in the back of the other man’s hair, but he switched instead to gentle humming. Some old lullaby as he held Host close. It wasn’t awkward surprisingly. Host felt nice there, despite him needing comfort, it was almost like they could’ve just been doing this with no negative reasoning..

His gaze looked down fondly. Keeping an eye on Host, listing to his breathing as he hummed. He prayed there were no nightmares.. that perhaps he’d done well and provided a peace.. But he unfortunately could only vaguely guess when Host was not conscious to inform him, thus only hopeful that this was a good thing, he was resting.

When things started turning bad, Host held tighter onto Edward, seeking the comfort of his warmth to keep him grounded. He began trembling, curling up tighter, as tightly as he could against Edward.

Frantic broken syllables left his lips, panic filling him. What was understandable were small begs, pleas. He was quickly terrified of whatever he was seeing and hearing.