[oswald follows the tug the same way he'd follow any that took him from dreams, down to one knee and then two as jack's hands wind in his collar and he looks every inch the psychotic human that he is.
oswald makes a mistake.
oswald thinks. yes, why didn't vincent kill him? (it begins, sharp and insidious and oswald's face doesn't change from its blank state—
s t a t i c—
—and white noise, a hand on the top of his head— l a u g h i ng
it doesn't stop for a while even if he finds himself wishing it would, but there's the rustle of fabric in the safety of his body, his mind, a woman with a strained smile and men with grim, grim looks flash behind his eyes.
it stops.)
glen baskerville stills and oswald - they, too, vengefully - wonders why jack thinks that his life is his own to give up as he pleases. his hand squeezes jack's.]
[1/2] coo coo
oswald makes a mistake.
oswald thinks. yes, why didn't vincent kill him? (it begins, sharp and insidious and oswald's face doesn't change from its blank state—
s t a t i c—
l a u g h i ng
it doesn't stop for a while even if he finds himself wishing it would, but there's the rustle of fabric in the safety of his body, his mind, a woman with a strained smile and men with grim, grim looks flash behind his eyes.
glen baskerville stills and oswald - they, too, vengefully - wonders why jack thinks that his life is his own to give up as he pleases. his hand squeezes jack's.]