(DAWNING USER)

(ts is for my friend fyi so yeaheywyaaaaa)

Yeah. Dusk was NOT well. You… you didn’t remember much. But you remembered Dusk. Somewhat. Some things about him, in some way. Though you weren’t sure about anything that happened before you got here. Or how he got here.

Dusk stood before you, his arms shaking. Though he wasn’t sure if it was out of anger of what happened or the overwhelming urge to cry. His Darkheart clattered to the ground beside him, leaving him completely unarmed. Did he even approach you? Did he stand there? Did he talk? Did you remember him? He wasn’t sure.

“…Dawn.ing-“

“…I.m.so.glad.you.re.o.kay…”

Dusk hesitated… then took a few steps towards you. Then broke out into a full sprint. He tackled you into an aggressive-affectionate hug, not caring what else happened. He needed this. He’d been losing sleep and sanity for the past week or two after you were fully executed. But he wasn’t sure if you were alright either…