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Entry tags:
late night date
Who: judge (
iudex), jury (
littlest_lord) and executioner (
psychopath)
When: oct 15th, wee hours of morning
Where: all over the port right up into Phantomhive manor
Summary: A romantic walk in the Port! Featuring gross flesh wounds and broken curfews. (Oswald goes to pick Jack up for being truant, horrible things ensue.)
Warnings: said gross flesh wounds. Cursing. Gratuitous angst. Possibility of pie gallows.
[jack, all in all, was having a fairly good day. Enjolras was in AGI's hands, he still had til sunrise to sneak back into Phantomhive manor, and hey, no amount of Chain-induced weakness would bring his mood down.
Instead it does, and he's lying on his back on some sidewalk in the middle of Sector 4. His motorcycle's parked across the street, and so is his helmet; Jack's just preoccupied with catching his breath because holy shit, using B. Rabbit was an endeavor in endurance. He couldn't remember it being this hard to use him.
Belatedly, he thinks, he should check up on Oz later. But for now, he'll just lie down on cobblestone at one in the morning and watch the stars. Hopefully he has at least five minutes before any sort of monster approaches (again).]
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When: oct 15th, wee hours of morning
Where: all over the port right up into Phantomhive manor
Summary: A romantic walk in the Port! Featuring gross flesh wounds and broken curfews. (Oswald goes to pick Jack up for being truant, horrible things ensue.)
Warnings: said gross flesh wounds. Cursing. Gratuitous angst. Possibility of pie gallows.
[jack, all in all, was having a fairly good day. Enjolras was in AGI's hands, he still had til sunrise to sneak back into Phantomhive manor, and hey, no amount of Chain-induced weakness would bring his mood down.
Instead it does, and he's lying on his back on some sidewalk in the middle of Sector 4. His motorcycle's parked across the street, and so is his helmet; Jack's just preoccupied with catching his breath because holy shit, using B. Rabbit was an endeavor in endurance. He couldn't remember it being this hard to use him.
Belatedly, he thinks, he should check up on Oz later. But for now, he'll just lie down on cobblestone at one in the morning and watch the stars. Hopefully he has at least five minutes before any sort of monster approaches (again).]
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[softly, and he pulls away, as soon as the thread is cut, and he just- picks at oswald's jacket and tries to push it off. Because he really is a massive idiot because dude why. The cream in his hair is drying out and the blood on oswald's shirt is drying out and- ]
Well, since I sat still for this, you should sit still while I clean you up!
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[his name is oswald, not romeo!! you mean the blood on oswald's once white shirt--? he's panicking briefly on the inside as he sets the needle back down, but not pulling himself away even if he might want to throw his hands up like slow down dude you don't want to see the damage.
he feels like he needs to cover his ears, especially with the way that jack reacted to him being hurt in the first place. or jump out of a window. or die. the pain is coming back to him as he moves that shoulder (or, honestly, that side in general).
fight or flight, on! jacket.. off... darting his eyes down and wow that does look like it was life threatening once, doesn't it? aaa well.]
...are you sure? [if jack lets him do it, he'll honestly just sit out shirtless the entire night and let the wound heal like that. but, hm.]
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First is surprise.]
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nothing comes out. Words won't. Sounds won't. He chokes on air and guilt and he's like a fallen man in his death throes.]
done flies into space bye
I-I--
I'm sorry.
[this was his fault. Tears drip into the blood pooling on floor, ink in water, and jack wants to die.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--
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it's oswald's fault.
oswald's fault, his mistake, his lesson, his wound, his blood, his reasons, and not jack's responsibility. that's how it has always been.]
[2/2] ILU.......
[and, gently pressing a kiss there. comfort and comfort alone, this, and he moves his other hand to lay it over jack's.]
This is not your fault. [...it hurts to admit it, but:] I seem to have grown careless after what happened in Somarium.
[it's true. it was pure carelessness because he was far more focused on finding jack than he was on finding jack unscathed. it won't happen again.]
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kiss
him on the forehead
why this, oswald??
his brain shuts down because um what just happened.]
[2/3] oops
Careless?! You're bleeding all over! Your shirt is red and it was white, lord I-heal-anyway-so-it's-okay-if-i-get-hurt!
[jack prods him in the shoulder with every exclamation. Well, there's his shrieking.]
Why am I crying, he asks! Why am I crying?! Who wouldn't cry in this situation!? You're hurt and you look like you've been shredded because you followed me out and you're hurt because of me and I already have too much of your blood on my hands and, and-
[BREATHES.]
Just because you're a Baskerville doesn't mean you've not to care if you're hurt or wounded or- [his eyes shine suspiciously again,] You're an idiot. Don't think kisses make it better! Kiss me when you're not injured and bleeding everywhere! Idiot!
done brb dyin
ignore his face, it's red because he's angry okay. Not because he just realized what he said.]
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(laughing at him)
before he starts.. to sway...... and squint............
NO HE IS NOT GOING TO PASS OUT this will not be a thing and his mind latches onto words, digests them, and then there's tugging on his shirt and he absently drops his hands and closes his eyes.]
I know people who wouldn't cry. [matter of fact - lacie is the first to come to mind.] I'm hurt because I was careless - there have been worse wounds. Don't blame yourself.
[suddenly really, really glad jack wasn't there when he took that hit from that noctaere ahahaha.. ha......]
I'll not die before I've returned to Sablier, Jack. This body is to be used for something. [because oswald thinks of himself as a thing, of course.] You-
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t......
wait no rewind did jack just... say that......]
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stare. at him. so. much. and then, completely serious, he nods.
g o t c h a. he'll do that in the morning he decides, moving away and starting to unbutton and discard his torn red-once-white shirt. ick let's... not go out with white button ups. let's not do that anymore. that was a bad idea.]
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Didn't Oswald liken him to water, a long, long time ago...?
He decides not to think about the nod (no u, he'll kiss Oswald first if he can help it) and he sniffs at the water instead, offended at life. Life with Oswald. Life is complicated. His forehead is still warm.]
You're mine anyway. [he tells the water, before looking back up at the other man.] Get in here. [he stares pointedly at the ceiling.] I'll not look.
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blood and cream and shirt on the floor, then. there'll be a lot of cleanup to do and oswald wants to stretch, but that would just hurt.
he's still able to look at jack like he's strange (and he is) and ask,] What makes you think that I'm yours-
[SHAKING HIS HEAD while the glens inside of him get a nice laugh out of it, though. oswald baskerville belongs to glen baskerville; that's something that was drilled into his head on day one. his body and soul are no longer his.]
- or that I'll let you bathe me? [affronted!! B(((] I'm not -
[and then he glances at the bath tub.
.........
................... 8T
and just. quietly. slips back over to jack and leans over to snatch him by the waist and QUICKLY UPROOT HIM FROM HIS PERCH to just gently lift mr. pie in my hair into the bath
with him.
c: sweet, sweet water.]
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What....
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That wasn't fair at all! [their knees knock together under the pink water and clouds of pie in Jack's hair, floating up.] What was that for?!
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suddenly his personal space?? and the- pie, that's right. aaaa.]
You wouldn't leave the bathroom even if I asked you to, I know - and you were making a claim. I had no other choice.
[so instead of watching the blood mix with the water, he reaches up to start tugging at jack's plait.] Come, now - turn around and sit. [ah.] And keep your arm out of the water.
[yeah, he's
he's definitely ordering jack around now. he wants to start unplaiting this pie'd mess so that he can wash it, okay....]
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[Belligerently, he dunks his head and his arm and comes up with his face twisted because it stings. He makes a face at the slashes across Oswald's chest and very, very carefully uses a nail to eke off some of the dried blood. If he gives Oswald this victory maybe he won't complain when jack bandages him up later!!]
Besides, [he huffs (quietly), sitting obediently between Oswald's legs,] it works both ways. [he hits Oswald's knee, ears turning red.] Use the grey bottle, that's vanilla.
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and it was a claim, because he hasn't heard or seen any justification for it otherwise, oswald letting that stay firm in his mind instead of saying anything further - and. and jack is lacie's, so that does not work both ways. it's a nice thought (...), but- oswald doesn't deal well in the yan lyfe. f r e e bird.
(it is a nice thought, though. oswald will give jack that.)
then jack huffs like he's ten and hits oswald's knee, and oswald almost makes a face as he runs his fingers down jack's hair. vanilla, huh.] ...of course.
[he almost thinks that jack is cute and negates it by not thinking about jack's ears turning red, instead cracking open that grey bottle and burying his soapy fingers in that mess of hair in front of him to start washing, washing, washing! ...even if washing might turn out to be more like a head massage, oops. he'll try and avoid doing that.]
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ah, well. Jack was Lacie's when he first arrived in the Port- but now-- He would die for Oswald not because he killed him; he would die for Oswald because he loved him. Stupid man. Jack can't bring himself to say it again because Oswald is skittish and Jack didn't deserve anything from him, nothing at all.
As it is, though, his thoughts drift, content that Oswald is here and is washing his hair! Yes, very good, such is life. He shivers under Oswald's fingers and makes small contented sounds as he hunches his shoulders, relaxing and wrapping an arm around Oswald's knee.]
Mhrm, [he says, very eloquently,] let- [SHIVERING!!] me clean you up after my hair.
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no dying for oswald. that's the last thing that he wants; he's in love, not- wow isn't jack a little shiver-y, noisy thing tonight? revelation halted, his lips quirk until it's a full blown (fascinated) smile out of jack's sight and he works through jack's hair with that look on his face for a bit.
at least jack's relaxed now for the most part.]
...alright. I'll let you - [firmly (carefully!) rubbing his fingertips against the hair on top of jack's head awww yiiis] - after this.
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[jack flusters, smacking his palm against oswald's leg. he has to be, because wow a man who does the piano also does head massages like nobody's business. jack decides this is going to be a regular sort of thing, right then and there.
he startles slightly like he's realising something, and he removes an earring, carefully removing the backing and rethreading it. He's only wearing one.
He holds it over his shoulder, not looking at Oswald.]
Hey, can you reach the counter? Mind putting this there?
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done
[1/2] laughs myself into space wow
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EXCUSE YOU OMG you don't understand
of course i understand..... that's why i'm laughing
you're a bad person :((((
oh no you haven't seen me bad yet kesesese
kicks out
leaves and cries self to sleep then rude :(
no come back omg :((( I'M SORRY
oh :( well okay climbs back out of bed and returns
LOVE ME >:(
NO YOU LOVE ME >8(
omfg oswald stop judging :((((
make me :(( distract me with something else...!
X-( slides hand up thigh there!!!
sjdhdksh (blush) passes out--! also not sorry
this is unfair and you know it :((((
i... do i am sorry 8c
ooc
ooc sure got creepy in here
ooc you don't understand love
ooc love is constricting and terrifying
ooc oh gosh no let jack love u gently oswald san
ooc no love hurts.......