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sirenspull_logs2012-10-31 04:23 pm
iudex) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-31 04:23 pm
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broken down by the sound of your prelude
Who: Dreamin' (iudex) & Accidentally Dreamwalkin' (psychopath).
When: Late night on the 31st.
Where: Phancyhive, but in a dreamfield.
Summary: In which Oswald takes the risk of making a part of Lake Meridian in a dreamfield and accidentally tugs the closest sleeper (Jack) in. oops??
Warnings: Thankfully no pie gallows! Check yourself before you wreck yourself, Jack.
[oswald slips up when he starts - the key tonight is to make sure the setting is the last thing in your head before you sleep. he thinks and thinks, and slips because while he's thinking of lake meridian golden lights come to his distant mind.
the abyss taints this field that's mostly forest, but when he opens his eyes and sees the lake - shallow waters just in case someone wandered in and right into the lake - and nessie basking in the sunlight near the shore, maybe it's not so much of a mistake. the lights aren't present where he can see, so maybe they're further in. he tends to tuck the more personal aspects of his fields away in boxes, in spheres, under tight lock and key -
he pushes himself away from the tree he's sitting against, atmosphere as calm and quiet as he can make it, and slips over to the lake shore, blinking when nessie doesn't move. sleeping? weird thing. looking up warrants the sight of the bottom of the floating mountain - strong enough to make that in its entirety he sees. as long as it doesn't drift he should be fine; it'll stay immobile and he won't have to waste any dream energy on it. lake meridian is beautiful as it is, all stones, crystal clear lake, strong lake monster, the forest, and...
that temporary house that had a purpose. he'd rather sleep near the lake than go there and look. at least- for this visit. oswald thinks he can get away with it once.
with luck, he won't end up pulling anyone in; jack's first in his mind, and ciel, gilbert, and ahiru are all next. there are other occupants, but oswald far from cares (about anyone who isn't jack). - still, he didn't make this field to stress over things. he made it to escape from his nightmares for a night - maybe two if he can manage to not pull anyone in. if he does pull anyone in, it's likely that they'll show up close so it's not as if he'll miss them at any time tonight.
forcing them out would just hurt them.
it's a long shot, but it's worth it to save himself from the sight of another noctaere.]
iudex) & Accidentally Dreamwalkin' (psychopath).When: Late night on the 31st.
Where: Phancyhive, but in a dreamfield.
Summary: In which Oswald takes the risk of making a part of Lake Meridian in a dreamfield and accidentally tugs the closest sleeper (Jack) in. oops??
Warnings: Thankfully no pie gallows! Check yourself before you wreck yourself, Jack.
[oswald slips up when he starts - the key tonight is to make sure the setting is the last thing in your head before you sleep. he thinks and thinks, and slips because while he's thinking of lake meridian golden lights come to his distant mind.
the abyss taints this field that's mostly forest, but when he opens his eyes and sees the lake - shallow waters just in case someone wandered in and right into the lake - and nessie basking in the sunlight near the shore, maybe it's not so much of a mistake. the lights aren't present where he can see, so maybe they're further in. he tends to tuck the more personal aspects of his fields away in boxes, in spheres, under tight lock and key -
he pushes himself away from the tree he's sitting against, atmosphere as calm and quiet as he can make it, and slips over to the lake shore, blinking when nessie doesn't move. sleeping? weird thing. looking up warrants the sight of the bottom of the floating mountain - strong enough to make that in its entirety he sees. as long as it doesn't drift he should be fine; it'll stay immobile and he won't have to waste any dream energy on it. lake meridian is beautiful as it is, all stones, crystal clear lake, strong lake monster, the forest, and...
that temporary house that had a purpose. he'd rather sleep near the lake than go there and look. at least- for this visit. oswald thinks he can get away with it once.
with luck, he won't end up pulling anyone in; jack's first in his mind, and ciel, gilbert, and ahiru are all next. there are other occupants, but oswald far from cares (about anyone who isn't jack). - still, he didn't make this field to stress over things. he made it to escape from his nightmares for a night - maybe two if he can manage to not pull anyone in. if he does pull anyone in, it's likely that they'll show up close so it's not as if he'll miss them at any time tonight.
forcing them out would just hurt them.
it's a long shot, but it's worth it to save himself from the sight of another noctaere.]
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[unless it was directed towards lacie. he cut that shit before it started, of course. -and jack yawns in his face, wow. the words just ignite that earlier flare of anger (of bitterness) - his killer thanking him for something like existing, for being happy that he's here. how terrible an irony that is!
but, he won't tell jack that. besides, the embarrassment is back as he just... leaves all of that as it is!! it makes him feel funny.] —if you feel sick in the morning, make sure to tell me. Dream sickness is terrible if left alone.
[and he pulls himself away again and pushes his hair behind his ears, hands moving to dig in the covers and situating them in... what they were before, yes, and not the nest... burrito... thing that he made of them, oops. why am i a bird??]
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I'll be fine, how bad can it be? Oswald.
[he just-very quickly leans up and nips the other man's ear. He's positively glowing with happiness, can't you tell? (the crash will come much later.)
How bad can having a murderous cold-blooded psychopath be hopelessly in love with you?]
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no matter for now. he does seem fine, but oswald will be watching as he always does.]
You may feel fine right now, but you'll be bedridden if it hits.
[if only he had the luxury to joke. he's speaking from experience after all - now that he's more experienced he doesn't let it cross his mind that he could get sick too, but w/e! jack seems too happy to care about getting sick.
--KDJSDJAG staring at jack indignantly and covering his ear with a hand, and not in that order!! yes, how... bad could that be?? oswald isn't sure he wants to know.]
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[he settles, right next to oswald, claiming one of his arms and pressing his cheek against a shoulder, ignoring his blush and indignation because that's what jack does. Yan lyfe forever!!]
And don't get all shy, for all I know you've bedded more people than me, lord Baskerville.
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[no hesitation there, and there's him watching jack again, calm until he opens his mouth UMMMM he can't believe this conversation is a thing that's happening someone send help asap]
I've not bedded much of anyone, Jack. [unless this is pure bedding and just sleeping, in which case there's at least two he doesn't remember and two he does. he'd scowl, but what's the point??]
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jack props himself up on an elbow and stares at the other man, curious and disbelieving.]
I thought you were fighting the ladies off at one point. You had Lottie swooning over you like a lovesick girl! [oh, he remembers oswald probably doesn't know her yet. He cups his hands to his chest and- yeah he's really lucky the lady in question isnt here to stab him in the face.] She was a very impressive lady.
[he nods to himself, very seriously.] She was still trying to kill me a century later, she really liked you. Or maybe your bed. Do you know that people had a lot of rumours about you and your bed? Like- you bed virgins every other night and drink their blood or something.
[1/2] spits out drink
what the actual fuck, sablier???]
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oswald's hand's pure meeting with his face!]
...rumors are merely rumors. [and untrue tyvm!!] If I was 'fighting them off' as you say, I've no memory of it.
[because he's
oblivious
a fucking brick wall of Oblivious Psyduck. and then, quietly, and now he's scowling a bit,] Why anyone would spread rumors about my bed, I don't know.
[people pls!!]
ladies flocking to his crotch what the f dude
[he proceeds to climb on oswald and peer at him, hands folding on oswald's collarbone and fiddling with his collar. hmmmmmmm.]
Oh, don't make that face like you're not used to it. People make things up about those that they don't understand. [he smiles, but this smile has too many teeth.] Oh, but your beauty is well-revered, no? I knew a woman who wanted your head.
[he runs fingers across oswald's neck, hey, he can do this, right, because personal space is a foreign concept to jacks in their natural habitat.]
...just... your... head.
excuse you brb calling upon my chastity belt aka raymond nightray now
Partner. [he corrects him, firmly, because damn you he's only slept with one!! oswald honestly doesn't even want to talk about that one. impurely sleeping with people is too much work :( oswald's never liked anyone enough to put the effort of not falling asleep in.
huff! beauty - as if. although UMMMMMM that wanting his head is kind of creepy??
so are those fingers running against his neck, wow. unsure!!]
...unsettling. [that's all he has to say about all of that, thank you! he'd rather not talk about his head. oswald likes it where it is - secure and attached to the rest of his body.]
I choose you arthur barma!!!
Partner! You're twenty-seven years old, you should have had enough notches in your bedpost to have the canopy crashing down! Goodness, Oswald.
[oh you don't know unsettling, jack is the definition of unsettling. and awkward conversations. did you think the nightmares would stop when you're awake...]
Was it a woman or a man?
the great nightray-barma dispute
That would be a waste of the canopy. [and too much trouble to replace. no ty no ty no ty.
although he really wasn't having a nightmare until jack threw his fit. awkward, yes, but oswald is used to that.]
Does it really matter if it was a man or a woman? [rly jack pls.]
I choose Miranda in attack position
[he says, lightly, undercurrent of bitterness faintly evident, and he turns his head to kiss oswald's palm. He'd better be prepared to have five million kinds of affection bestowed upon him!]
Oh! Well, I think you ought to know that I don't...really quite remember how many people I've slept with, [he tilts his head to the side, as if trying to recall something] but I've not slept with anyone since I arrived here. [tmi?? who cares this is jack.]
[1/2] scrubs at mind with bleach
[fact. fact fact fact--] - that much was decided a long time ago. [long, long before he met jack - around the time the voices started, actually. he'll have no children, no wife, nothing, no one, he'll be alone and he's fine with that.
he has glen baskerville, after all. that's clear and finally his mind opens to their idle chatter again, expression softening -]
[2/2]
moving his hand away, then.] And why did you think that I ought to know that?
[see now he has to go and verify it for himself because he doesn't trust your mouth :( good job, jack.]
drowns in bleach ty
[jack knows why, of course, but jack is a man who made the impossible possible, so a couple of kids who shouldn't be born here and there don't faze him. the mother, of course, was another can of worms entirely, so he rolls off oswald and settles into his pillow instead. ]
Because I want to sleep with you, idiot. [he says, bluntly, stretching his legs and tugging the covers upwards; oh no why is this conversation happening. jack suddenly feels very, very awkward, and he turns, back towards oswald.]
Did you think I meant that 'I love you' as a friend? [he says, quietly, ok fine here let me show you the way out-] Are you daft? Did you want to be courted or something?
pls don't drown
- because it's not any of jack's business, truly, and oswald and children don't often get along if they meet him on a front that doesn't involve seeing him everyday. and there's the matter of his death to take into consideration, and his duty before that.
again: none of jack's business, and he's glad that jack's rolled away. it gives oswald room to sit up and resume that earlier look around the room. boots under the bed, coat in the closet and excuse you?? looking at jack now in dismay. jack, do you want to be friendzoned again???]
You could have accomplished that without telling me if you've slept with anyone since you've arrived. [dull, flat, even unimpressed as he contemplates leaving again.
and then (in that same tone):] And no, I didn't think you meant that as a friend. [even tho he thinks jack's the type who'd say it to a friend. or stranger. anything to get his way, honestly.
he's not answering the other things, though!! his mind's too caught on wondering what he's going to do when jack falls asleep. oswald's not tired - physically, anyhow - so maybe he'll play something. or go out for a while... good options, all of them!]
wow oswald you so harsh
[he trails off, maybe oswald doesn't care, that sort of thing was beneath him. maybe it was better if he actually did lose his memories early next year.] Mm, you don't trust anything I say, anyway, right, I could tell you I love you everyday for the rest of my life and you'd think I was lying.
That's the right thing to do, actually.
[he feels oswald's weight shift on the bed, and he curls up, covering his head with the blankets; he quite wishes he hadn't said anything. He does deserve every mistrust and disbelief, he knows that, and like Break said, this is easier, in a twisted sort of way.
he'll remain silent, he won't protest if oswald decides to leave.]
ushishishi uwoooo maybe one day i'll stop editing
[aka it's not because he doesn't care or becase it's beneath him, but he's no right to say a damn thing about it just so jack's knows - ilu just the way you are or... something... master glen was a meanie :( he definitely didn't do it because he chose to. and he leans over to drape himself near where jack is covered, and yes - oz did help him twist until he realized that sometimes affection is the only way to go, and he fights for jack's hair so that he can bring it to his lips.
silly boy. oswald does wish he had the gall to roll his eyes.]
You've made a bad habit out of assuming things. [blunt, that, as jack's hair slips through his fingers. what is his life, what is with his choices...
maybe he should start writing soap operas. or letting cameras into the manor - this place is a soapbox.]
I trust your words, but I'd prefer that you show me that you love me. I'd not mind being told everyday either.
[sulking makes him think he made the wrong decision and he's not very fond of second guessing himself.]
[1/2] i will be here f o r e v e r for you sshhh
ohhh.
jack's eyes open wide and he clutches at the blankets, ears and cheeks turning red as he realises what oswald's implying. oh, he's an idiot, they both are, and the affection really does help because jack turns his head slowly to stare at the other man.
oh, what is it to be loved.]
I'm used to assuming, hallucinations [because all he had for constant company in a century were hallucinations, him, Lacie, Glen] don't...talk back much. [he says weakly.]
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Oswald. [LOVE ME.] Come here.
forever is a loooong time.....
questioning it would probably just drive them both up a wall.] - we'll have to work on that, won't we.
[and jack's reaching for him now - ???? - and oswald feels like he's going to be locked in if he goes. that doesn't stop him from going though, right back under the covers, mmmoving into grabbing distance, confused a bit. he has every mind to run a hand down one of jack's arms (and he does), noting how while everything about jack is desperate, he can't blame him.
(or he could, and just be unjust.)]
das ryt never getting rid of me
and, well, hugging him.
embracing him is a better word, because jack's hands shake and his fingers clutch at the vast expanse of oswald's back, at oswald, like a drowning man. he breathes out and laughs and nuzzles into oswald's ear earnestly.
and shockingly enough, he doesn't talk, because what can he say, really?]
are you sure about that
he's content to settle down then half on top of jack because fight him!! he's got his hands at jack's sides - not quite touching, just ghosting along - and his face buried against his neck. if jack's done wallowing in his guilt, then oswald's done brewing in his...
he'd call it anger, but he doesn't know it was.
he really doesn't care to think about it anymore, either.]
barnacles self to how about that
Hey, remember when I kissed your cheek when you were hiding out in the forest?
[jack grins, tugging at oswald's hair; the split second when the other man lifts his head, he's going to steal a kiss, fight him!! just a quick, chaste, almost shy one, don't worry, he'll blush furiously right after.]
oh no so tenacious why this gently unbarnacles you from self
;o; drifts slowly away into sea of tears
noooo glues hand to your face--
bites hand X-(
bites cheek B(
.....no dont do that too cute brb dying
nope bites the other cheek too!!