86. “Don’t be scared, I’m right here.” This is bad! awful! but I literally couldn’t think of a fucking scenario, I’m sorry. I did my best.
This was a horrible idea, Host decided. A horrible, awful, very bad-
“Host?” Dark’s voice is gentle as it presses through his barrage of anxious thoughts, soothing them to a hushed murmur rather than a clamoring chorus. Host turns his head to the older ego, forcing a hesitant smile. “The Host is… regretting his decision to join you all.” Admitting it brings another wave of anxious thought, but Dark only chuckles softly.
“Don’t be scared,” he says, “I’m right here.” Host breathes out a sigh, gripping tightly to Dark’s arm. “The Host is aware, that doesn’t make the mass of fans and people around them any less loud, overwhelming, or terrifying.” He says a bit hotly, frowning when Dark only lets out another hushed chuckle. “I know it doesn’t, still. Trust me, we’re going to be alright. Focus on my aura, that will keep your mind busy and quiet.”
Host makes a motion with his head that is his equivalent of an eye roll, pressing close to his “adopted brother.” Found family. “If someone throws something at the Host, he is blaming you.” “Whatever makes you happy.”
/ I cant design for shit
/ wanted to make a fairy host
/ wanted his wings to have eyes on them -since he’s blind, and that sight would scare away humans at first glance / kinda thought about the gold streaks to let light shine through, making it hard to look at in direct light? / kinda wanted the wings to be like “must make humans not catch this fairy”
( I would’ve never imagined someone would request me for something written just like that, you made me ver ver hap. I hope this is gud )
Host had lived in these walls for as long as he could think. He had originated here, been practically born here. He was something akin to a house-spirit, the house was his home and his domain. He kept it safe from bad spirits, though even he got overwhelmed sometimes.
He was at a disadvantage to them, as he was blind. He didn’t know why, or how, though he had always been like that. He had found ways to get around his lack of sight, using his hearing and a bit of magic to help him.
He couldn’t help it when someone began living here. He watched them, as much as he could “watch”. Listening to the man go about his life. He wasn’t here a lot, seemed very stressed, and as far as he could tell, he was a doctor. He didn’t know the human’s name, though he referred to him as doctor if he thought about him.
The doctor wasn’t home, and it was night. Host was used to fixing little things around the house, making sure the doctor would have small surprises. Making sure there was just enough water in the coffee pot to brew coffee, finding the last teabag when the man thought there were none left. Sharpening pencils, making sure papers were sorted and tidy.
There were fruits rotting, Host could smell it. So he wanted to make sure they were going to be okay enough to eat for another day or two for the doctor, for him to hopefully throw them away or eat. He found the reason for them rotting hadn’t been time, though.
He stood in front of the bowl, and got cold chills. He could hear the quietest of whispers around him, the cold stared in his back. All around him. He backed into the bowl, knowing he couldn’t take care of multiple spirits. When one came close to him, he used a magic spark of light to shoo it away for a moment, though he knew that just agitated it.
He was afraid as he felt the spirits coming closer, when suddenly the light was turned on and the spirits dispersed in the bright light. He sighed in relief, before quickly hopping off the counter. He didn’t want to get caught by the human after all. He was afraid something would happen to him if he was found.
It was again the middle of the night, and Host was up and walking around. The doctor was home, but in bed. He had seemed very tired and exhausted, so Host wasn’t afraid of being found. Right now though, he sat on top of the kitchen table, eating some breadcrumbs he had found. He usually ate what he found laying around, nothing anyone would miss.
“Huh..?”. Host was startled when he heard the voice of the doctor. The man had apparently woken up and walked around with the lights off. No wonder Host hadn’t noticed him. But now it was too late to hide, or at least, not have been seen. It didn’t stop him from hurrying to jump off the table and go hide, even when the doctor made startled and confused noises.
The next time Host had been found by the doctor, was while Host was napping. He was laying behind books in the booshelves, somewhere the man usually never looked. But it just so happened that the doctor wanted a certain book, and behind it, he could see Host. Eyes wide, the man was afraid of making noises in case he woke the small little being up.
He left for a few minutes, before returning. Carefully laying down a little piece of paper and a buttered piece of bread. He left to read his book then, leaving the tiny person in peace.
When Host woke up, he more than less stumbled over the piece of paper. He was startled, knowing there hadn’t been anything there before. He did find the piece of bread too, which he took, tilting his head. Had.. the human found him? And not done anything? Well, he had given him a gift. He smiled, sitting behind some other books to eat.
“Don’t underestimate me. I may be small, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak.”. Host glared up at Edward, not very happy about the human’s words. Just because he was small, didn’t mean he could take care of himself! A lot of spirits were just dangerous for him.
“I didn’t mean you’re weak! It’s just that… you know?”, Edward tried to explain, though didn’t even find the words to explain at all. Host rolled his eyes, arms crossed.
“Compared to me you are?..”, Edward tried again, and he saw and heard Host sigh. He couldn’t really deny that fact. Host was just a few inches tall, of course he was weaker than Edward.
“Alright alright. Then you won’t mind me being carried by you either.”, Host huffed, jumping and climbing up onto Edward’s head. The man chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I might, your majesty.”, Edward said and chuckled.
With a soft sigh he pried himself free of the tangled sheets and rolled to face the empty side of the bed, noting that the pillow was still warm, though just barely.
But while the other side of the bed was empty, the room was not. His sensors indicated someone else was here.
“Host?” Oliver sat up, his fans kicking in as his systems booted up and registered the early morning chill.
He couldn’t hear the soft muttering that usually accompanied the Host, but the ego’s clothes were still strewn about the floor, still lying where Oliver had tossed them when he’d stripped them off.
He heard a faint rustle, and his gaze shot to the window.
There was the Host, his still form bathed in the shafts of sun that were just beginning to drift through the window. He perched on the edge of his desk chair, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward so his nose was a mere inch from the glass.
Oliver shoved aside the covers, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The smooth wooden boards creaked beneath his feet as he made his way over.
“I had fun last night,” he said, placing a hand on the Host’s shoulder to alert him of his presence before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then he pulled back, confusion flickering across his face. “Are you- is that my shirt?”
“The Host likes the feel of it,” the Host whispered without moving away from the window. His breath created tiny puffs of fog on the windowpane. The yellow android shirt he wore hung off him, despite their physical similarities, not made to fit him like it did Oliver.
“The sun is rising.” He said after a long moment of silence.
Oliver nodded. “It is.”
The Host tilted his head toward Oliver, ever so slightly. “The Host requests that Oliver describe it to him.”
Dr. Iplier is painstakingly gentle as he wraps Host’s wrist, glancing up at him from time to time to make sure he’s still doing alright. Host is much more relaxed than when he first entered, limping and in tears. Now he’s calmed him breathing, cleaned his face, and is waiting on Google and Dark to pick him up from the clinic. “Thank you,” he rasps as the doctor finishes bandaging him up. His ankle still hurts, but he knows the pain medication should kick in soon. The doctor nods minutely, setting things away or to the side to be put away later. “Your help means a lot to me, Edward.”
The doctor pauses at the use of his first name, but then continues with his movements. Again, he only nods, but Host knows the affect the gratitude has on the recluse of a doctor. Host wishes the doctor wasn’t so firmly closed off from the world, he knows he’s capable of being a good, kind man. Still, the Host will not push him to be more open. If it takes time, then so be it. The Host will give him all the time in the world. “You’re a very good friend,” it comes out as barely more than a whisper, but the doctor hears it. “I try.” The first words the doctor has spoken since Host arrived, and Host has to smile. “You succeed.”
The clinic doors fly open, causing both egos within to flinch. Dark dashes in, Google hot on his trail as they make a b-line for Host. “Hosty! Oh Host! What happened?” Dark demands, coming to a miraculous stop right in front of Host. He hardly sways when Google’s stop is less elegant and the android ends up crashing into his back. “The Host would rather not discuss it now, if that’s alright?” Host requests softly, smiling shyly when Dark nods enthusiastically. “Of course! You don’t have to! Are you alright, though?” Host nods at that, still smiling as Dark gently helps him off of the examining table. “The Host is going to be fine, Dark. He thanks you for the concern.”
Dark places an affectionate kiss on his cheek that makes Host warble out a laugh, allowing the other ego to pull him into a gentle hold. “Let’s get you home and settled into bed. I’ll make some soup while you and Google watch a movie. Does that sound good, Hosty?” “Dark, that sounds perfect.”
As the trio heads out, the doctor watches them go in silence. For the first time in a while, he allows himself a smile. Host is well cared for.
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