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He wasn’t sure why he kept the mirror at first. Maybe it was out of regret, or maybe it was because he held on to some piece of his Humanity that’s that longed for the woman he put in the mirror; Nevertheless, he kept it in his office right next to his desk. In some way it almost gave him a sense of comfort and peace of mind. It felt like having an old friend at your side.
He didn’t dilute himself with the fantasy that he would ever be able to get Y/N out of the mirror again, but boy he sure wished he could on some days.
At times he found himself gazing at the mirror, hoping for some sort of sign that there was life beyond the glass. He’d admonish himself for such Fantastical thoughts and yet resigned himself doing it nearly every day.
Wilford too seem fond of the mirror even with no memory of Y/N, but it wasn’t a surprise considering Damien and William had both been involved with Y/N.
It wasn’t until one day when he walked in the office and saw a heart smudged into freshly blown breath marks on the mirror that he begin to question if his inner instinct was right; that you were still in there, watching him, waiting to be rescued.
He obsessed for days over it, refusing to leave the office, hoping with all of what was left of his heart that you would come into sight.
Wilford eventually pulled him from the room with tender kisses and promises of making him forget it all, but what he didn’t realize was that he left you sitting there on the other side of the glass with a little smile on your face.
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You tried your hardest to make contact with him but we’re unable to do so except on rare occasions. All you wanted was to talk to the man that was now comprised of one of your lovers and your best friend. Even though he wasn’t the same man Damien once was, he still held his appearance and a speck of his light. You held no falsehoods in thinking he was the kind, good man he was before, having seen the result of the carnage he could cause, but that didn’t make you want him any less. The same stood for pink haired William, Wilford. You just wanted to interact with them again, be a part of their lives.
The second time you were able to make contact was when you awoke to find him in the room crying. Now you did not intimately know the man as he was now, but you knew that this was very uncharacteristic of him. You tried so hard to yell at him from the mirror, to bring him some sort of comfort, but it was in vain. It wasn’t until you slammed your body against the glass wall between your world and theirs that you were able to make progress. The shattered mirror cracked a slight bit more and shifted in its position against the wall. Dark immediately went on alert and for just a moment found your familiar beautiful eyes staring out at him.
That little amount of contact seem to be enough to bring him out of his funk, ending up with more vigilant, doubled efforts. He even brought Wilford into the mix, and some of the other people who looked strikingly like each other.
It wasn’t until a man with a blindfold over his eye attempted to help that you were able to finally talk to them. He could narrate your thoughts and actions in his words!
Dark’s disbelief was palpable and you felt it in your chest as well. The Blindfolded man was able to talk in depth about your emotions, translate to the pale skinned man how much you missed and loved him still.
He didn’t say anything out loud, but rested his hand against the glass. It was with hesitance that you pressed your smaller palm against his bigger one. The mirror cracked sharply between the two of you, and immediately you knew he could see you again. You managed to flash him a smile through watery eyes before the connection was lost again.
That day he left the room with apparent rage in his step and didn’t return for weeks.
When he came back, it was with some spell of sorts, one he said was from a magician named Marvin. The thin veil of fog between your worlds cleared with the end of his incantation and the cracks lazily sealed themselves until the mirror was once again whole.
The way his body shook as leaned back against his desk led you to realize that the spell had worked.
“Dami– I mean, Dark, can you see me?” you questioned warily.
“Y/N…”
Tears that had built up in your orbs slowly trailed down your cheeks and your mouth ached in the force behind your smile.
“So you are still there, after all this time,” he finally spoke up.
You nodded and bit your lower lip hard, unable to speak lest your voice crack with the emotions warbling in your chest.
“I’m sorry.”
Brows furrowing and lips pursing, you closed your eyes against the obvious guilt in his expression.
“Don’t, please, don’t be sorry. I- I understand why… why you did it, and love, I’d rather it be me trapped in here than you dead for good,” you whispered.
Warmth pulsed around you and you fluttered your eyes open just to find him incredibly close, hands to the mirror once more. His once warm brown eyes were cool and nearly black as they stared you down.
“I’m a monster, Y/N. It started with trapping you inside here, but I’ve done much worse and I feel no regret for my actions, save trapping you in here. I won’t ever be who you knew, nor-”
“I know, believe me. I’ve heard you and William talk. I know you’re not my Damien, at least not much of him, and that’s… that’s okay!” you cut in.
Resting your hands against his, you sent an easy smile his way.
“I’ve seen how you’ve changed through the years, love. I know you’re more demonic entity than you are human. That hasn’t affected how I feel about you. I know there are still some parts of you that feel emotion, otherwise you wouldn’t work so hard to protect Willi– Wilford like you do, and all these other people that you are apparently leading.”
There was a long pause as his eyes slowly looked you over, as if needing to confirm that you were actually there.
“I’ll find a way to get you out, Y/N.”
You nodded and said, “I know you will. I’m comfortable here until you can. It just feels good to be able to interact with the outside world once more.”
The fingers on his right hand twitched for a moment before he slowly pulled his hands away.
“I’ve got work to do, but please, feel free to talk to me.”