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sirenspull_logs2012-10-16 10:21 am
psychopath) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-16 10:21 am
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).]
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).]
done
[stop thinking you don't matter, oswald, jack wants to shake him by the shoulders and yell at him but that is for another time. right now he's too busy yawning and squinting at oswald's bandages, they need to stay put even if jack accidentally uhhh clings to oswald while they're asleep.
he moves to get off the bed again.]
Go to sleep. I need to comb out my hair.
[1/2] laughs myself into space wow
hey, no, leave the psychotic voices in his head out of this. oswald likes them on most days that end with 'y' and they were here first so this is their territory, not yours, jack vessalius—
although wow he does notice that bedsheets gripping and wonders if he said something wrong...?? it's not enough to spook him, but it's definitely enough to wonder what the hell happened because wow yeah he hit something there.
maybe he shouldn't tell jack things anymore?]
[2/2]
[every life is somewhat important to oswald though as long as it's not his life oops. -comb out his hair? oswald's reminded of lacie and master glen and doing their hair in the morning - master glen because that's what he does and lacie when she doesn't feel like doing it herself - and finds that he's missed that a bit.
so he gets up to follow!]
...I'll help. [firm, because even though he aches hair is important!! he can sleep after. maybe. possibly.]
EXCUSE YOU OMG you don't understand
jack sighs, why is life like this. he gives oswald an arched brow before he searches in the dresser drawers for a wide-toothed comb.]
Don't you ever run out of energy? [he asks, not expecting an answer. or rather, you are hurt and tired and exhausted and all other possible synonyms, why are you still bothering to help me?]
of course i understand..... that's why i'm laughing
just... looking at jack. of course he runs out of energy; sometimes that's why he's napping. (rarely. he's tired for other reasons that don't have to do with stamina.)]
Of course I do. [said like, duh!!] I can still comb through your hair with what I have left. [it's not an arduous quest!! or maybe it is and oswald's overestimating himself. it doesn't really matter to him.]
you're a bad person :((((
[but jack is secretly happy over this, because oh gosh he doesn't remember oswald ever doing this for him before, and like a blushing schoolgirl he can barely contain himself.
why is there only one comb though. he hands it over to oswald (ow arm stop twinging) and sits down on a chair, draping wet hair all over the back of it. it's long enough that one can choke someone with it--]
Thanks. [just don't keel over or...something.]
oh no you haven't seen me bad yet kesesese
yes arm stop doing that and enough with the violence - he won't keel over and he makes that somewhat clear as he follows, standing behind the chair and wow that is a lot of hair, jackpunzel. well, he doesn't mind it so much and immediately sets out to work from bottom to top, all gentle precision and determined strokes.]
...mm. [a soft hum there even as he tries to wipe that smile off of his face, one fond while his eyes and hands are focused on jack. the pain'll.. fade... as long as he can fall asleep. he'd see.]
kicks out
he'd done this before, jack decides; he didn't even have to tell the other man where to start and how to untangle knots. it's a comforting thing, the constant tug tug tug on his hair, and when oswald's hands reach jack's head he almost purrs.
this is embarrassing. alas, jack is enjoying it too much to care, making those lazy, contented sounds again, not quite aware that he's doing it. for once, he's blessedly silent otherwise, exhaustion and the late hour catching up with him.
he tilts his head to the side a little bit, eyes closed, smiling sincere and happy, for once.]
leaves and cries self to sleep then rude :(
exhausted, hurt, what have you - he regrets finishing when he does because jack's making those noises again and cutting the silence in a way that oswald likes.
still, stepping close warrants wet hair against his front - he'll sneak a shirt before he returns to the bed - and he takes the hand that doesn't have the comb in it and runs it through jack's hair from top to bottom, bringing jack's hair up and back instead of moving himself down, just to make sure.
of what, knots or guilty pleasure, no one but him will ever know! done, done, done, even if he might not want to be.]
no come back omg :((( I'M SORRY
Er...
[jack stares at oswald, stares at him up and down, and he ducks his head and flushes and there's the bed!! let's get to it! he skitters over to the bed and sits on the edge, trying very hard not to seem like he has a fetish for head massages.
you know he'll just reach over and pat the plush rabbit on the head with a finger, yes. that rabbit had better not come between them :[]
oh :( well okay climbs back out of bed and returns
oswald's setting the comb back in its drawer - everything in its proper place!! - while jack skitters back to the bed and then he's slipping over to the closet to get himself a shirt that he puts on on his way to the bed. he's going to make a passing observation! ("er..."??? that's not suspicious.)]
You seemed to enjoy that. [a little too much, he almost says, but opts out to stare at jack from his side of the bed.
he should probably get in, but he thinks that once he hits the mattress he's snatching that rabbit up and that'll be the end of it. - the end of most of it, at least. the rabbit is innocent :( and oswald's cuddle bunny okok.]
LOVE ME >:(
I'd...always been the one to take care of my hair so...I sometimes forget what it feels like to have someone else...touch me...like that...
[come on floor swallow him up now! what was it about oswald that made jack tell the truth? he crawls under the covers and sits against his pillow, resolutely not looking at oswald, because he's pretty sure oswald's judging him again. with that judging look of his.]
Come to bed already.
[he sniffs, not really paying attention to how that sounds. because his injured tiny dignities need soothing.]
NO YOU LOVE ME >8(
[touch him like that... uh.. huh. he doesn't get it (pure!!), and yeah, the judging bus is coming through honk honk--
but, he does somehow make it under the covers and settles his head against a pillow before he indeed snatches the rabbit and looks at jack and jack's tiny dignities.
looks at them.
and waits for them to get down here so that he can start massaging jack's head again so that he'll fall asleep first! bc he totes looks like he's plotting something with this pokerface of his.]
omfg oswald stop judging :((((
he's pretty sure mister stoneface is enjoying this. he can tell. oswalds in their natural habitat pokerface all the time while managing to be sneaky and devious.
he's sliding down enough so that all oswald can see of him now are his eyes, rest of him hidden in shame (shyness) and blankets. and hair. he turns his head and butts it gently against oswald's shoulder, muttering:]
...you should. [he orders, weakly, can oswald forget this in the morning.]
make me :(( distract me with something else...!
heh.] I will, if you'll allow it.
[either way he's kind of tuggin' on jack insistently because he'd rather an armful of shy jack than non living rabbit.]
X-( slides hand up thigh there!!!
[what- what is happening.................jack buries his face in whatever nearest part of oswald he could (shoulder, he's very careful not to jostle oswald too much because oh, erm, sorry plush rabbit I win!!!) and whines sleepily.
he's already relaxing, because oswald feels like
half ofhome. and because oswald is an idiot and jack is a genius. yes.]...I trust you, do what you want.
sjdhdksh (blush) passes out--! also not sorry
mm yes, but the real winner is oswald who tiredly slides a hand up nack's back now that he's close and starts that head massage that he was devising a moment ago. he even tilts his head and nuzzles close, processing "do what you want" as "get revenge for that cheek kissie when you first arrived, for giving you a heart attack when I disappeared for the night, for getting hurt, and for kicking water in your face like an eight-year-old because I won't be able to say anything about it now!"
his fingers don't pause when he stops his nuzzling and presses his lips against jack's nose. kissie, kissie, because he remembers all of how jack reacted earlier...! chaste and pure and happening twice when he brushes his lips uuup and kisses his forehead, too.
all things that genius jack deserved. yup. and while he's all out of affection for the next ten years, oswald's smug as a bug on the inside as he snuggles close and- attempts to not smoosh the rabbit between them, hm.. time to try and sleep, then.]
this is unfair and you know it :((((
you know what, jack is just going to hide in oswald's shirt and pretend he can somehow hide from the world and the man himself in the fabric. he smells like antiseptic. gross.]
Oswald...!
[he tries to whine, but then he shudders because oh oswald had very skillful fingers, and his brain decides to shut down for the night because this is a very comfortable spot.
the man is warm and there and jack drifts off to the thought that perhaps, they fit together, somewhat.
maybe.]
i... do i am sorry 8c
blistering, wonderful triumph that oswald doesn't know how to enjoy, with the downside of never dealing out goodnight kissies again! let jack drift off in peace while he fights sleep for once, let him hide all that he may want as he shivers and shifts. he's in no particular hurry to meet those skeletal things again and he'd do almost anything to avoid it, but.
if he makes a dream field sometime during the night, he'll have to be careful. with so many people asleep, there's no telling who he could accidentally pull in. he'd avoided it before for that reason -
(who could he have tugged it...?)
inevitably he's out like a light before he really wants to be and decides that it's more suited for a night when he's alone.
a night that may be close.]
ooc
ever
e v e r
ever
evereverever
ooc sure got creepy in here
won't we
quietly waits for jack to fall asleep and
sneaks
away
ooc you don't understand love
jack should like wake up one night and see oswald having a nightmare so he can
throw water in his face
like old times :')
ooc love is constricting and terrifying
--oh
and oswald can wake up and be like WHY THIS and.... wipe his face with his sleeves again and stare into jack's poo- soul
r u d e boy B(
brb cuddling the rabbit again!!
ooc oh gosh no let jack love u gently oswald san
you can't escape yan lyfe, oswald, nnnnnoooope no bunnies for you!!
LOVE ME love me love me love me love me
smothers with pillow so oswald can have dreamless.....unconsciousness.....yes.....
ooc no love hurts.......
he can escape the yan lyfe if he makes a dreamfield!! except the risk of.. accidentally pulling jack in too and having to explain that oh no--
he'll stick with the bunny
it's soft ///// soft bunny warm bunny little ball of plush
DON'T SMOTHER ME WITH A PILLOW love hurts he doesn't want it :(((((