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[malicedarkened]

Upon seeing Dark was not writhing on the floor or half-melted, Mist was able to settle into a relieved calm.

A calm that was interrupted by a glint sparking past the corner of his eye.

"Dark," Mist began, pausing his previous intentions to gather his son up, now that he'd noticed something suspicious. "What, exactly, are you lounged like that on the ground for?"

He glanced the fork only once. The inky darkness around his shoulders rippled down his back as he did so, his tentacles moving beneath the surface and trying to form. Mist's expression remained his usual unconvinced smirk, but the rest of him were already prepping for the need to 'hold' the boy.

(or 'leash'.)

"It is unlike you to not open your arms to me, when I rush to you," Mist pondered, his gaze drawing a slow path towards the incriminatingly nearby outlet.

The world within the key and cards was meant to be silent. Desolate, made for nothing except entrapment and long thinking.

But here, now, within the quiet - something enough to prickle his skin became stirred.

A visceral sixth sense that had not lessened, even in his time away.

'Baby. Danger.'

"Dark." Mist hissed to himself, and hurried beyond the veils of the numeral pillars.

Calling his child's name out before his mouth had properly re-formed.

"Where are you!"

#❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. I bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #[ numeralis-xcvi ] #(( KSjhdgfhj oh how we have missed Dark's nutty theatrics fvbsn ))

[malicedarkened]

The world within the key and cards was meant to be silent. Desolate, made for nothing except entrapment and long thinking.

But here, now, within the quiet - something enough to prickle his skin became stirred.

A visceral sixth sense that had not lessened, even in his time away.

'Baby. Danger.'

"Dark." Mist hissed to himself, and hurried beyond the veils of the numeral pillars.

Calling his child's name out before his mouth had properly re-formed.

"Where are you!"

He's heard many, mythical things about the 'dangers' of metal objects in electrical outlets. But he's not of this world! He can liquefy at will! They may pose a danger to the mere human, but he is more than that! He is a number! He is probably going to regret doing this but there is no one here to say otherwise so who's gonna know if this inevitably backfires?

Stomach on the ground, fork acquired, eyeing the outlet with precision, just a matter of figuring out which end is supposed to be inserted...

#❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. I bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #(( LMAOO HelP )) #(( oh Dark. You take centuries off Mist's life ))

[malicedarkened]

#❝ ooc? like ‘we’re out of milk’ but it’s ‘we’re out of a character’? ❞ | ℬ𝑙𝑢𝑒 | {☕︎}

[malicedarkened]

"Well that cannot be true," Was the responding drawl, thick with amusement.

The little one being lifted from under the shoulders and propped snuggly into a warm parental hold.

"Because I seem to recall leaving you right here." Mist said through a smile wide and with teeth, which he promptly pressed and smothered into Dark's mess of hair. Adding 'bite' noises for tease.

@malicedarkened asked:

They were beyond the point in their relationship where excuses were needed (at least on Mist's side). So there was little apology to Mist's rapid approach.

Dramatics, though? Fanfare? Of course.

"Oh where, where is my baby~?"

Oh, they had long gone past the point where excuses were needed. He'd accepted his fate. And by absolutely no means was he complaining about it.

Mist's voice immediately grabbed his attention. And judging by how quickly it was growing in volume, it wasn't going to be long before the inevitable. Might as well be prepared for it.

"Right where you left him." Came the sarcastic reply, turning in Mist's direction yet doing very little to get out of the way. Dark knew what he signed up for and honestly he missed this. Might as well prepare for it.

#(( he missed bebe sue him sghdjkf )) #❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. i bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #[ numeralis-xcvi ]

[malicedarkened]

He certainly heard the smugness in Dark's voice, and it earned him another kiss and nuzzle.

Their position switched to one they both knew well, Mist gathering his son up, holding him securely to chest and sighing out the tenseness that had been there. Replaced by the cozy of his baby.

At the question, he gave an pursed lip. Exaggerating his thinking face.

"The one only?... Hmmm~"

@malicedarkened asked:

Ohhh, an upset boy! What a luck to have been nearby when this went down and to have heard it all.

"That's right. You are." Mist chuckled, pushing a kiss into the back of Dark's head. "You tell them~"

(From above his son's head, where he could not see, the father's eyes were a'gleam with danger towards the masked voices who still plagued around his child. Message clear. )

"My baby."

Yeah he is! If only Mist could see Dark’s smug little face… and if Dark could see his own smug little face.

“I know.” He mumbled in satisfaction, leaning against his father. He didn’t have to face Mist to know that he was probably upset with the weird voices harassing him. “Am I your one and only, though?”

#[ numeralis-xcvi ] #(( Mist don't tease akdghdj )) #❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. i bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉

[malicedarkened]

"Burns?"

Stars of- "What did you put in your mouth now?"

Mist picked up his son and tried to think of what to do. He recalled a time when the human brat had once said there was a relatively simple cure for when 'food makes your tongue hot'.

But where was he going to get the required said liquid?

@malicedarkened asked:

"Son… what's happened." Arose the tired but still worry-typical voice of Dark's father.

“My mouth burns!” Came the panicked reply, trying desperately to fan it with his hands. It’s a complete inferno in there!! “Why is it so hot?!” Who made this and why!?!

#(( Mist about to bottle feed baby confirmed /j /gen? DGFHJDK )) #✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ | #[ numeralis-xcvi ]

[malicedarkened]

Mist did not come to a complete stop before the baby was smushed into his chest. A tentacle moving out of his back to stab the pod into a 'pop'ing mess. His eyes were still rather blown and wild, energy flared from the trip over.

Honestly, was looking somewhat feral.

(Dramatic? Yes. A bit overly.. everything? Undeniably! But the poor number's had a bad month in terms of his baby jaunting himself right into danger. And this was like the fourth instance of this specific issue.)

(He is very tired. He deserves some forgiveness. He can be made fun of for it later.)

"What did I tell you about trying to EAT things-!" Would that have even made Dark sick? Who knows, they would never know. They were not ever finding out.

@malicedarkened asked:

"GET THAT AWAY FROM YOUR MOUTH RIGHT NOW-"

The very second he heard that loud demand, he dropped it like a bad habit.

"Why? Is something wrong with it??" What's got Mist so panicky?

#✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ | #[ numeralis-xcvi ] #(( JDhFGhj ))

[malicedarkened]

Is Dark adopted?

What in the﹣

With closing arms and a wary glare, Mist turned his lip and replied. "He is from a separate dimension, but he is my son now."

He didn't know if that was a yes, or answered anything. But that human word felt too restricting and - Casual? Domestic? - to define what Dark was to him. Mist had given his baby literally pieces of himself in order to help him to live, so something in their internal matter was now bound the same.

Mist didn't really think or question it often.

#(( LOLOL this was so funny to wake up to )) #✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ | #[ numeralis-xcvi ]

[malicedarkened]

That earnest question was an immediate smash to the heart.

Setting aside (for now) the rising fire over who could have dared instill such doubts into his one and only baby, Mist wrapped Dark in a closer embrace. A hand resting on the back of his head to smooth through the tufts there.

Though less swooping than his own's likeness now, Dark's hair was softer than duckling fuzz - it was hard for Mist bemoan the trade off whilst combing his fingers down the little silk strands.

"Dark," His father whispered seriously, "I love you. There is nothing that you, or I, or anyone could ever do to change that."

"You are my baby, forever."

@malicedarkened asked:

Mist truly hated that this was becoming a near daily occurance. Loving any excuse to go to his baby came with its limits, and that limit was his child being harassed. Had a sensing for it by this point. He appeared swiftly. Moving to gather him up. “Is everything okay?”

He didn't say anything at first. Put his arms around his father unusually tight, face buried in his chest. Heavy silence befell him before he uttered the dreaded question:

"...You'll always love me, won't you?"

#[ numeralis-xcvi ] #❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. i bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #(( Aww bby ;A; ))

[malicedarkened]

"Hmm~" Mist hummed.

Easing the smaller number towards the crook of his neck, a hand already knowingly coming up to rub down the baby's back. "Struck such fear and terror into so many hearts, brought such destruction~?"

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A snickering and cooing comes nuzzling with soft kisses into the back of Dark's scalp. "Oho~ My very scary and fierce boy~"

"You're damn right I am." Dark huffed, notably doing very little to get himself out of this 'precarious' position. "I was blowing up worlds too, you know!" And don't you forget it!!

#(( Mist vc: Who's my evil lil bby~? )) #(( JDHgfhj )) #[ numeralis-xcvi ]

[malicedarkened]

connectivity meme. a small list of things one might always want to say but never had the chance to. sometimes we all stan one specific exchange between certain writers or have a good idea we ant to share. me/my = receiver, you = sender.

send “connect + “🤝 and tell me with what other blog, muse, or writer you connect me when you see my muse or blog.

send "connect + 💞” and tell me which of my muse(s) you ship with someone’s else muse(s).

send “connect + ❣” and tell me what connection/thread of my muse(s)  with someone else’s muses(s) you absolutely adore seeing/reading on your dash.

send “connect + ❔” and tell me who I should follow/start an interaction with.

send “connect + ❕” and tell me what kind of genre you would like me to see try writing.

send “connect + 📚” and give me a (general) plot idea.

send “connect + 🤔” to tell me something you always wanted to say.

#✹☽ ask meme ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ |

[malicedarkened]

"That was gum, baby boy. A way humans make their mouths seem more clean without making them clean. You are not meant to swallow it."

A tilt of the head as Dark wiggled out of his hand. Another sigh, giving his son a hard look (or attempt at one). This child had Mist's entire heart, but by the stars was this little gremlin all too cavalier with it. He can only stave off so many near-heart attacks!

"At this rate, I will have to be spoon feeding you things."

He opened his mouth to let him look the second he felt the gentle pressure on his jaw. It shouldn’t be in there; he definitely swallowed it after struggling to do so, but if Mist wants to make sure…

Wait. It’s tar?

Dark pulled his head back from his father’s grip just to be able to respond.

“Tar?” He echoed, now sounding a little alarmed at the newfound discovery. “But it was a little pink rectangle! And it was easy to chew and felt slick but it wasn’t dissolving like other foods do!” As much as he loved Mist, he’s not sure if either of them are on the same page. Dark is fairly certain it isn’t tar, but admittedly he has no idea what it was that he ate.

Wow, it really doesn’t sound good in hindsight.

#[ numeralis-xcvi ] #(( bavsdvfbn lil bebe )) #✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ |

[malicedarkened]

Where did Dark get a pink rectangle? Why did he know what something rubbery compares taste like?

An exasperated snarling noise left him, and he lifted Dark's chin. Trying to lightly pinch the curve of his jaw and teeth apart to peer inside, it like the thing would still be in his mouth.

"Dark," Mist started, unsure where to even take it as he regarded his with a worn expression that only sank further deadpan in the silence.

Oh they were so getting that highchair with the tray.

"So basically you ate chewing tar?"

Uh oh. Maybe he shouldn't have swallowed it.

"The little pink rectangle? It sticks to your teeth? Kinda rubbery? Has a sweet scent?" It wasn't the best way to describe it but he didn't even know what it was! Which in hindsight made this situation a lot worse. Took something that he couldn't identify and just put it in his mouth. But hey: it smelled edible! Food smells good! So things that smell good are food!

That's how that works, right?

#[ numeralis-xcvi ] #(( jSHDGHJK poor little inky baby )) #✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ |

[malicedarkened]

Not enough to ease contented merely holding his baby, the two were swept in a mild typhoon of particles returning into the depths of the golden pendant. Away from the prying voices or threats that befell his little one (one of these days Mist truly was going to rip the heads off people for poking his son).

Chin dropped in the space between the curving 'heart' red tattoos of Dark's face. Rumbling little purrs arising to ask if his baby was okay.

The relax didn't maintain long as he'd hoped.

"What?"

Stars save him-

@malicedarkened asked:

Dark knew the drill. Strange or upsetting questions? Baby was pressed to his dad's growling chest seconds later.

Oh he definitely knew the drill by now. He gets strange questions, his father gathers him up in his arms. Lather, rinse, repeat. He knew to get comfortable the second he found himself with his face pressed into his father's chest, turning it to the side to he can see things that aren't green markings. Yeah, try something now!

Oh, speaking of, he needed to ask him a question while he was here. About that strange food item from last night. Nearly choked on the damn thing trying to swallow it! But, well, if there's anyone around he knows he can ask about food, it's his dad!

"Mist, how come some food doesn't, like, get really soft and it's hard to swallow?"

#(( HIS LIL GREMLIN FAcE I'M HDGHGFH sobbing )) #[ numeralis-xcvi ] #✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ |

[malicedarkened]

"No," Mist laughed, tutting at Dark's screeches while holding him tighter in a locked embrace to keep him flailing or escaping. That face had caused another fitful round of doubling-over, the two of them pretty much tumbling midair while Mist proceeded to have the grandest moment of fatherhood.

"No, no~"

"You said it, it is done, my dear baby boy wants a highchair alllll for himself~ And what kind of father would I be if I didn't let you~?"

B... Babies?

His face when his father revealed that they were for infants must have been priceless.

Not a word left those lips as he just stared into the distance, realization hitting him full-on. He thought it meant throne this entire time. And he just looked his own father dead in the eyes and said that it was an undisputable fact that he deserved one.

This was way worse than saying Milked Way.

"I take back what I said, I don't need that at all!!" He's a big boy, HE'S A BIG BOY!

#[ numeralis-xcvi ] #❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. i bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #(( AFSGDHJK PFF ))

[malicedarkened]

Low laughter warms over his dear hilarious little one's head as Mist starts nuzzling and kissing his baby to muffle his mirth.

"A highchair," The father begins, words smarmy with (lovingly) malintent joy, "Is the immediate predecessor to a child's booster seat, particularly for very, very small young. The kind that they give to babies," His grin cut across face, "At restaurants and dineries~"

What kind of silly questioning was this?

"Of course I do!" Dark replied with a huff, crossing his arms in a defiant little half-stance. "Everyone knows it's another word for throne!" Like, it's called a high chair because it's a chair for high-up people, like rulers! Duh! It was such an easy thing to understand!

#❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. i bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #[ numeralis-xcvi ] #(( poor dark afsghdjk ))

[malicedarkened]

Oh this was simply too much. His son's face!

"Baby," Mist gave it his best to try talking around his convulses. "I would like to preface by saying that, quite accidentally, what you said was very true in my eyes~ But."

He picked Dark up and saddled him on a hip. "Do you know what a 'highchair' actually is?"

Well now he was just confused. Why is Mist laughing? He deserves that high chair and he knows it!!

“What’s so funny, Mist?” Dark inquired, shifting his stance to look at him rather suspiciously. There’s something he isn’t in the loop about again, isn’t there? There always was!!

#[ numeralis-xcvi ] #❝ 𝐌y wounds 𝐬harpen me. i bleed with 𝐩ower instead of 𝐩ain~ ❞ | ℳ𝒾𝓈𝑡 |〈 №⁹⁶〉 #✹☽ crack ☾✹ | №⁹⁶ | #(( these two ahsdjk I swear ))