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Magnetic everything about you
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It was strange how sharing a body with an immortal figure changed you. Before, Black had been able to think safely in his mind. All his thoughts flew by aimlessly, for him alone.
They were secret, private. But he knew the King could hear his thoughts now.
At the beginning, it had taken awhile to get used to. He'd done things he knew better than to do now.
Like cursing the King for his existence.
You let me in willingly, the King of Despair would remind him in his head, with clear amusement in his tone. He was well suited to his name.
Black would always attempt to shut out his thoughts after the King of Despair would bring up how he'd allowed him to...possess him.
Come on, William, don't be shy, the King would coo tauntingly, we already know so much about each other!
It was a taunt Black refused to rise up to, but the King could sense his anger. Laughter that wasn't his own filled his mind, seeping into the wall he'd used to quiet his thoughts, breaking it down.
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You really got me, now
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Black wondered if he was still fragile. Of course, the first time this thought had wandered into his mind, it was greeted by more laughter. He'd immediately forced his mind to think of something else, eliciting a teasing: deep thoughts, hmm William? Too private to share?
"Be quiet," Black had mumbled, turning his head downwards as if to hide.
I don't take orders from you, the King had replied with amusement, and it was like his presence had began to consume Black, moving through all the parts of his body and mind. It seeped into the places he'd hidden away, not even doing it to learn secrets he had hidden.
The King did it because he could and he would, reminding Black of his control over him. Not like he needed that reminder. Black would do anything to keep him away from White.
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You do to me so well, hypnotic taking over me
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Black found it was impossible to hide anymore. At first, he'd tried to fight it. He'd done his best to close himself off, but it wasn't as if he could. The King resided in his mind. He was inescapable.
Why do you hide? The King would ask with his ever present amusement.
"I don't know," Black had responded out loud. His mind betrayed him anyway. Habit. I still want to hide from you. I don't want you to know more than you already do.
Black could feel the King of Despair's smirk at that, and had a picture of it burned in his mind. It was strange, because that picture was him...yet not. It drew a shiver down his spine. It was an uncontrollable one, and Black hated it even more because the King found his reactions like that entertaining.
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Make me feel like someone else
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Looking like yourself but not at the same time was another confusing experience. Before relinquishing control of his body, he'd see the King in his dream state.
Dreams aren't real, but it feels like it for Black. He was asleep in his own mind, controlled by the King of Despair. The dreams can feel as real as they want to under his control.
Black can't get the image out of his mind. Blood-red eyes filled with danger, slicked-back messy hair, an upturned smirk that Black would never attempt himself but wouldn't deny it was alluring, all on his own features.
Yet it didn't feel like him. It was a picture of a devil, just with a likeness to him.
He knew the King could hear his thoughts about this whenever he found him in the dream world, and that playful smirk, if anything, was an indication of how he felt.
Come here, the command was simple. Black walked closer towards the copy of himself, in a dream. Which was fitting for the environment they were in. Ruins, everything a drab mix of browns and greens, except for the flickering blue flames that were an impassable boundary.
He looked up into the King's eyes, which glittered with power in this world.
You've become so used to my presence. Isn't that interesting? A rhetorical question, and Black continued to stare.
Anything for my sister, he thought simply, knowing it'd be heard.
The King of Despair gave a laugh, drawing a slow finger across Black's cheek in a shiver-inducing caress. He didn't say anything, just smirked. His plans wouldn't be shared with anyone except himself.
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You got me talking in my sleep
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The days where it was relatively quiet used to worry Black. He'd always wonder what type of great scheme the King was thinking up if he couldn't be bothered to talk to him.
But now, while the latter was somewhat true, Black had come to realize it was peace. A small break from the King.
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I don't wanna come back down
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It had gotten increasingly easier to pretend nothing was wrong. When he returned to his body, he'd push back all his thoughts and worries and focus on the present. And figuring what the hell happened while he was gone.
Black supposed he could say what happened while he was unconscious as well, because it was true. But the difference was he had that dream world. It wasn't an eternal darkness. If anything, he fell asleep from boredom in that world.
Maybe he should worry about his body, but he had no means to see what was happening. It brought back memories of the children who used to bully him. He didn't do anything about that either.
Although strangely, he always returned to his body unharmed. More than once he'd find himself with that strange purple substance splattered on him, but he could easily just wash it off. He'd questioned it once, but gotten no response. For once, the silence had frustrated him.
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I don't wanna touch the ground
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Sometimes Black would wake up in the dream world before returning to his body, only to find the King staring down at him. It was a thoughtful expression, one Black was unable to decipher. It wasn't harsh nor threatening.
What? He'd ask.
The King's lips would turn up in a more gentle smirk than normal. I'm waiting. Did you want to spend more time with me here?
Black would shake his head quickly, only a small flush on his face. The King knew that wasn't what he meant, but he wasn't going to give an answer. Black knew that much. He was used to it.
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Just like an ocean dug so deep
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Black opened his eyes. Blue flames flickered at the corners of his vision and he began to sit up, only to be stopped. The King held up a hand, his blood-red eyes trained on Black.
By any means necessary, the King had murmured. Noticing Black's confused glance, he flashed his signature smirk. Lay back down.
He did as he was told, albeit nervously. Letting out an over exasperated sigh, the King of Despair leaned over and twirled a straight piece of Black's hair. He did it with a surprisingly gentle touch, the slight pressure barely noticeable.
It was strangely reassuring. The touch should disgust him, yet Black let his eyelids flutter shut.
They stayed like that, Black well aware of the dangerous presence besides him. Yet for once around this horrible creature, he didn't feel threatened.
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Hypnotic taking over me~