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sirenspull_logs2012-10-16 10:21 am
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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).]
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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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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he's been caught--! and smacked, but it was worth it because look at jack fluster. a regular sort of thing it can be; he'll play jack like he plays the piano. he wouldn't mind it, even beyond the... soap right now.
and then jack startles and oswald blinks, fingers pausing as he waits for whatever jack's doing- ah. why only one-? something about that feels - off, and oswald can't place why or what it is. (
attention, forgiveness, penance, what is it that you wanted, jack don't look at me like that-)oswald's hands draw back - because he's done, there's nothing here for him to do - and he dips them in the water to rid himself of the shampoo. the woes of not being talkative-:] I can.
[-before he takes the earring and lifts himself a bit to reach the counter with better ease. oswald might flinch partway down, but it's small and something he brushes off quickly. another hour or two... all he has to do is wait.]
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Before I died the last time, I gave Vincent the other earring, so he'd remember me.
[so he doesn't wear the other one, so he can remember vincent as well. he shifts in the water, and when oswald flinches the water ripples and jack lets out a long, slow, sigh.
he gives no warning before turning around and trying to rearrange oswald's legs so he can like- sit on the other's lap. because. no escape!!]
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starts to give him a far more minor headache when he tries to remember why he recognizes that name too, so - banishing that thought before it escalates.] Then there are three.
[earrings. he has one too, hiding somewhere in the room, and he'd follow that up with again, but oswald finds that he doesn't mind if jack thinks that he was never present. it's just a feeling, but.
he'll trust it for now.
and then jack sighs and turns around and oswald is met with the spectacle of jack trying to rearrange his legs, wow. no, no, no, mr soap in my hair-- oswald was a very relaxed thing before this--! ex...cept that he eventually gives in to whatever jack's planning on doing and - and his lap is a perch he'll only give up this once. B(]
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[he murmurs in reply, lazy and docile and he grimaces slightly at how red the water is. He pokes a finger in the middle of oswald's clavicle:]
Don't be this careless again.
[he orders (like he has every right to), before patting blindly for the tub's plug and pulling it; a twist of his wrist and he's flushing the tub out with clean water because ew oswald cells gross!
once that's done he reaches for a washcloth, wriggles himself comfortable in oswald's lap (watching him carefully because-- well, because hey at least he's still wearing pants hush) and starts scrubbing at the dried streaks of blood.]
Hey- if- you don't like me being so close, just tell me.
[if you don't like me being in your tub or bed or life...
(yan lyfe dictates that he set everything on fire; there's a 75% chance that that is what will happen.)]
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Even if you tell me that, it's not as if I can control what happens. [frowning!! but he'll try, regardless, because certainly he's strong enough, and leans back to prepare himself for more happy yandere hour, because that's all he can ever do.
like. the scrubbing. and wiggling on his lap, goodness, oswald's frown passes. his entire life, why this? but, jack speaks and oswald doesn't dare close his eyes.]
- if I minded it, you wouldn't still be this close.
[he says it likes it's common sense. he thought they went over this already... this tub, that bed, his life - jack can't be replaced.
(nothing needs to be set on fire! jeez.)]
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alas, jack does not know about that earring; all he knows is that Oswald has that rabbit and jack has that (other)rabbit and rabbit stew doesn't taste very good. No. He considers telling Oswald this sometime. Right now, though, he's busy getting Oswald nice and clean so he can have a nice and clean little Oswald packaged in bandages later.
(just partly kidding. Nothing in the world is going to take him away from jack. Good luck, Oswald.)]
You've to be careful, if you come home in bits and pieces I can't put you back together. [he lingers over a cut and presses the sides of the wound together, water swirling red.] Want me to wash your hair, too?
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and jack will never know about the earring! oswald takes special care in handing it; he'd rather not take any chances. dude, don't hate on rabbit stew.
if only he had been more prepared for jack before...! unfortunately there's not much that could have prepared him for this. leaving will be - harder. delayed. and WOW OW oswald doesn't like this cleaning game anymore. if oswald couldn't tolerate pain and didn't know how to bite his tongue on even his own tender wounds...]
If I were in bits and pieces, I wouldn't be able to come back here. [not home never home can't be home - he belongs at home with loyal family members who understand enough, not here.
and yet he grimaces and shakes his head.] ...if you want to.
[otherwise he can do it himself. as long as he can drown himself after, of course.]
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I can't remember if I ever did this for you. Or for Lacie. I can't even remember Glen's face. You should know, I'll fall apart into bits and pieces one day, [whenever his clock runs out again and he's terrified; jack slides back to the other side of the tub again, shoulders hunching.] and I won't remember anything, and maybe you'll remember me. I'll never reincarnate with you, so don't forget me.
[this would be the time where he very, very maturely kicks water in Oswald's face.]
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honestly, he doesn't remember jack ever being quite like this. nervous and cowardly, yes, but it was always lacie, lacie, lacie back then, and obviously a different kind of fear. jack returns to the other side of the tub and looks as pitiful as he probably feels, and oswald finds that he can't hate him. again, something that infuriates one of the things inside of him.
the water hitting his face disguises his surprise and he's immediate in dunking himself to get the shampoo out of his hair - hands running against the side of his head to cover his ears and run through his hair, ignores the searing pain he causes himself - before he comes up and rubs at his eyes, hands almost shaking. ow ow ow--
so, jack thinks that oswald will reincarnate... almost, but no cigar for jack. oswald's soul and memories are eternal; glen baskerville is, perhaps, the only thing in the world besides the abyss that is 'forever'. he hazards it even as something in his throat catches and he slips closer to void the distance:] - what do you mean by that, Jack?
[never with him and always without him. he will never forget jack.]
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it's his last chance to give her the world, his last master plan to break the baskerville chains, the plan z after every and each plan a and b and c--
after that, nothing. there is nothing for jack. not even regret or guilt or vengeance; nothing.
He smiles at oswald, water dripping down his cheek-]
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[he braces his hands on the edge of the tub so he can raise himself upwards, water splashing everywhere as hair clings to the curve of his back.
telling oswald can wait. hurting oswald can wait. how do you tell your best friend that you've damned your soul?
his trousers cling white to his legs and he promptly slides them off, shamelessly; he's just in black boxers with-- ducks on them, don't judge.]
Come on, up.
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then jack raises himself up and oswald skitters back- water stings, everything stings when it touches that wound, but he has enough sense to not show his discomfort when jack's looking. he's not in the mood for more moody mother hen.
he's wonderful with the art of distraction and oswald looks away, sticking to the side of the tub where oswald's sure that he would have bled out by now, but - ah - not human.
duck... boxers...... oswald keeps his eyes cast away.]
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the rabbit. right. he'll go cuddle the rabbit.] I need to finish yours, too.
[mummifyin' arms every step of the way! he only realizes that he has to strip out of his pants too when he gets up and. n...o...... his valiant attempt to keep his eyes on jack's face is successful at least :(]
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You first. [HOPEFULLY oswald would fall asleep before he gets to touch jack's arm...
Jack steps out of the tub and reaches for a million towels (four), tying one around his waist and another one around his hair. he picks at his stitches a little bit and oops there we go tie-dyed white towel with blood, no worries.]
I'm not going to look! Honestly, it's just me.
[jack says by the way of a reassurance, handing the towels to oswald and turning away so he can-- get out of the tub with dignity! and pants!
and oswald shouldn't mind jack because he's stepping out of his boxers and shoving them with his trousers. because what is shame.]
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Fine. [getting your way here dude, but he's not falling asleep. he's going to touch a lot more than your arm, too--
why is jack picking at his stitches why is this a thing that's happening- oswald reserves every right to chew him out for it in as little words as possible with his most scathing stare. in the morning. after he steals a kiss and ends that want near where it hatched.
shame is that white dove on oswald's shoulder telling him to LOOK AWAY THAT IS YOUR FRIEND AND THIS IS INAPPROPRIATE, and to huff something tired and exhausted in response. he does look away too, and waits until jack isn't looking to pitch fluffy white over an angry red wound. his pants and boxers soon follow with a towel not that far behind tyvm and easy enough to wrap around his waist and push forward out of the tub.
and, possibly, right out of the bathroom because an oswald in just a towel is a very uncomfortable oswald.
anything to not think about nekkid... well, naked anything. clothes. he will put clothes on, yup, he can do that. will do that. if he doesn't stumble and die first.]
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[and jack will just...follow after him like an overly noisy puppy, resolving to pick up the mess in the bath (and kitchen) in the morning. right now he'll just give up on his hair and rummage in oswald's closet-]
-- your clothes are all the same! Have you never heard of color! Ladies would be all over you if you just --
[idle chatter, because it occurs to jack that oswald might kick him out or something.]
Oy, tell me when I can look at you, Oswald.
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[more common sense that he's still the one true lawful judge of, trying to locate pants and kind of... attempting with some difficulty to filter jack's voice out. no bleeding on his shirts, vessalius! he's in enough of his right mind to idly pat the rabbit plush on the head as he walks on by it on his way to pants - and boxers, things that he doesn't know that he has or how he got to them until they're in his hand and he might've had to work around jack once -
but, that's fine. only slightly affronted because that subject is an annoyance he'd rather not have:] I don't want ladies all over me—
[nnnope. he doesn't want anyone in his personal space bubble to be completely honest, but people like jack have the tendency to bypass that for one reason or another. (there was someone else, too, and another, but oswald can specifically remember a gun shot—)
everything is pain and only a glen's cooing can numb it for the moments he takes to get into his clothes and register what jack's said. and. and, he likes his clothes and his singular color scheme.
...he should have kicked jack out.]
—you can look.
[oswald's not, though. he's balling up the towel he had on his waist and venturing to his bed, debating whether or not to plant his face into it regardless of his wound. passing out sounds nice.]
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[okay, now he's using his Hero of Sablier voice, don't be stubborn, oswald. somehow he's worked his way into oswald's clothes, and he has to roll up his pants legs because why are you taller than jack :(
one of oswald's shirts hang off jack's shoulders as he procures a roll of bandages and fasteners and antiseptic like he already knows where they are by heart (oops) and he frowns at oswald.
knee on his bed and-]
...how long before you heal completely?
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shaking his head, still. he hears that he's too lenient, and maybe that's true.
oswald has his priorities in a different order and he's knocking the rabbit on his pillow and pinpointing the- ah, you better've grabbed double everything :( oswald trusts enough that he sits on the bed even though he has to get up again to grab a shirt, looking over at jack before he can stop himself.
...yes, how long? hm. he remembers having a wound similar to this when he fought with those noctaere that invaded his drea- (nonono, shut down, nothing is safe not even his dreams can't he just pull up a dreamfield that's nothing but grass and flowers and sweet, blissful peace
he could, but with the risk of pulling jack into his dream it's—)
turning his stare somewhere else. thinking, this one is.]
Not too long... an hour at the least if I manage to fall asleep. [the other wounds took longer, but they varied too: ten minutes to thirty to an hour to ten to a day to a month to two months—— oswald didn't like that it dulled his healing. he knew he wouldn't die, but it was still...
...nightmare-inducing, those things. he can't sleep without seeing them anymore, hence the "if i manage to fall asleep".]
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[not...like jack watches him sleep or anything! okay maybe he does. sometimes. it's a perfectly normal thing to do. for jack.
he dabs antiseptic on angry red flesh (sullenly welling clear fluid, now, good, they're healing) and sits close to oswald, hair still dripping down his back. round and round the bandages go, and jack shivers, because he quite not (suddenly) remembers glen falling apart, bandages like these.]
Did...something happen in the world you came from?
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staying... where he is, then, and finally looking back at jack when the bandages go round and round. there, there.]
...yes, something happened. [something always happens. there was no reprieve, not even in his dreams.
never in his dreams, actually, but. hm. he's not disclosing anything more than that at this moment though, mouth firmly shut, and he waits for jack to finish. (one day, he imagined ending up like master glen - falling apart at the seams without any hope of going back.)]
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[he murmurs, sad and hopelessly, hopelessly in love, because a world where the people he loves are unhappy is a world not worth living in. (that's a thought!) he tugs the bandages taut and secures them in place, fingers lingering.]
If ... you need someone to listen, I'd listen to you. 's what friends are for.
[he suggests, apprehensively, like it's something jack shouldn't be doing. he'd hoard all of oswald's secrets if he could!
he looks at the plush rabbit before holding out his arm obediently, to be dressed.]
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[lethal because of the noctaere, but. technically speaking, that was a dream world, and nightmares could kill there. scary, scary, for those who worried too much.]
After being attacked while I dreamt [more than once at that], sleeping was difficult.
[there's actually more to it than that, but he's not sharing it with jack right now. he's keeping it very, very simple, shirking the specifics: what attacked and how frequently, what was going on at the time, the severity of the wounds caused, the state of the capital as a whole — nothing that he finds himself needing to elaborate.
though jack looking at the plush rabbit makes oswald glance at it and remember that that's why he got it: to wipe his nightmares, even if it only serves the purpose of silencing some of the screams. still he looks back in time to see jack hold out his arm; he reaches out with one hand then to slide his fingers over skin in something that's too close to a caress. i'm sorry and i should've noticed, careful not to edge his fingers too close to the stitches as he idly traces a circle around for no real reason.
he's quick to start dressing jack's wound though and gentle to start, fingers brushing over skin intentionally as he dives right into the wrapping, wrapping, wrapping. oswald communicates far better with touch and composition, he's found.]
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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.......