[it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would - the noctaere were far more ruthless, but they were controlled. these things were just feral and after the first hour oswald had found it to be a good way for his chains to get out and do something.
around one am, it's all just tedious and he's (kind of) tired. getting hurt along the way didn't help, never really does help, but - it's not as if he's used to working through things without some sort of baggage. it tore through skin and it still stings, but oswald can't focus on that.
the most he can do is hide it because he honestly doesn't want to hear jack run his mouth. he's had enough of his senseless shrieking.
and oswald hopes jack's day has gone well! because he's probably about to make it about five times worse. and, with his arrival announced by an angry gust of pitch black feathers courtesy of jabberwock lingering behind him, oswald stomps his huffy way over to- gosh he's just so frustrated. (jack doesn't get five minutes-) he's toting his sword in its very used glory, too, and- that idiot lying there on the cobblestone like he has nothing in the world to worry over.
then again, he probably doesn't have anything substantial to worry about that he'd acknowledge in oswald's presence. if there's anything more annoying than not knowing, it's being the last to know.
if he wasn't hiding his wound under his jacket and it wasn't on his right side he'd grab jack by his collar and drag him onto jabberwock's claw so that they could go.
as is, all he can do is approach and glare so... hard, clearly peeved and definitely not grimacing every time he might move his arm. it's starting to heal - that much has always been true - but it doesn't mean that he's clear of pain. jabberwock is alert, and -
there are no words that he can say that won't end in something angry, something he'll regret later, so he keeps his tongue in check and his mouth shut. surely the frustration is clear enough.]
no subject
around one am, it's all just tedious and he's (kind of) tired. getting hurt along the way didn't help, never really does help, but - it's not as if he's used to working through things without some sort of baggage. it tore through skin and it still stings, but oswald can't focus on that.
the most he can do is hide it because he honestly doesn't want to hear jack run his mouth. he's had enough of his senseless shrieking.
and oswald hopes jack's day has gone well! because he's probably about to make it about five times worse. and, with his arrival announced by an angry gust of pitch black feathers courtesy of jabberwock lingering behind him, oswald stomps his huffy way over to- gosh he's just so frustrated. (jack doesn't get five minutes-) he's toting his sword in its very used glory, too, and- that idiot lying there on the cobblestone like he has nothing in the world to worry over.
then again, he probably doesn't have anything substantial to worry about that he'd acknowledge in oswald's presence. if there's anything more annoying than not knowing, it's being the last to know.
if he wasn't hiding his wound under his jacket and it wasn't on his right side he'd grab jack by his collar and drag him onto jabberwock's claw so that they could go.
as is, all he can do is approach and glare so... hard, clearly peeved and definitely not grimacing every time he might move his arm. it's starting to heal - that much has always been true - but it doesn't mean that he's clear of pain. jabberwock is alert, and -
there are no words that he can say that won't end in something angry, something he'll regret later, so he keeps his tongue in check and his mouth shut. surely the frustration is clear enough.]