Dark always loved rain. The sound of dripping water, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, but still very enjoyable for Dark’s ears. This smell, fresh, wet asphalt or grass. He always felt so romantic, so calm. It might force an gentle smile on his usually serious face.
And it did. Right in the middle of a big jungle. They’re both sitting on the tree, listening to a rain dropping on leaves on top of them. It’s such a calm moment.
He looked at the other slowly, this gentle smile finally appears. He got closer to him, lightly pulled his chin and placed one gentle, soft and sweet kiss, closing his eyes. Still being quiet.
--But you said about me. It doesn’t matter if you made it look not realistic. Still, you said about me.
Dark purred as he moved his knife away and slapped Mark’s cheek, growling quietly right after. He’s not the one for punching. Only using weapons. With gloves. Just to keep himself clean from all these “human body excretions”.
--I won’t gonna let you D I E just yet. I’m having too much fun torturing you.
--Our secret, Mark. You promised that you’ll keep it. You promised that you won’t gonna tell anyone about my me. BUT YOU D I D. So, you are gonna get punished.
Dark made one soft move with the knife, getting deeper with it and widening the wound. Yes, he did respect Mark for being silent about him. But he can’t respect betrayal.
Dark replied simply, looking at Anti with cocky gesture. He knew that this will gonna threw Anti into the abyss from anger, and he really wants to see it. Dark knows that Anti won’t gonna attack him. He’s too scared. Or too much in love with Dark. Maybe Dark will gonna in troubles for thinking that, but who cares right now.
Dark growled with the same annoyed look, not knowing what to expect from the other. Because he knows that Anti is super unstable, and he could just throw knives all around like it was a snowballs.
