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sirenspull_logs2012-12-13 11:06 am
psychopath) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-12-13 11:06 am
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Who: jack (psychopath) and jill (iudex)
When: december 10th, afternoon
Where: baseball diamond and onwards
Summary: loss of tiny dignities, jack being shot because he's an ass, gross sobbing
Warnings: some blood
[oh, this is familiar. The ground and walls are familiar, earth and stone, and jack is no stranger to sitting down in hidden places, blending in with the crowd.
he'd been hurt worse, but this is compounded by the fact that it's the same shoulder that got hurt before, and jack curls up in his jacket miserably. It's cold, but he feels colder, because he'd lost vincent. hello, regret, my old friend, he thinks.
oswald will have to do some searching to find the alcove he's in. jack almost hopes he doesn't find him.]
psychopath) and jill (iudex)When: december 10th, afternoon
Where: baseball diamond and onwards
Summary: loss of tiny dignities, jack being shot because he's an ass, gross sobbing
Warnings: some blood
[oh, this is familiar. The ground and walls are familiar, earth and stone, and jack is no stranger to sitting down in hidden places, blending in with the crowd.
he'd been hurt worse, but this is compounded by the fact that it's the same shoulder that got hurt before, and jack curls up in his jacket miserably. It's cold, but he feels colder, because he'd lost vincent. hello, regret, my old friend, he thinks.
oswald will have to do some searching to find the alcove he's in. jack almost hopes he doesn't find him.]
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trying, trying, trying, it's all anyone can do these days. oswald's hands slide to the back of jack's head and he goes to pull him close despite the blood, the wound, and the tears (especially because of them all), arms winding and hiding this one away as he rests his cheek against the top of jack's head. he's really no good at comfort beyond the leveled up affection, but—]
—it's mine. [a beat and, unsure but true (to jack),] You're mine.
[it's fine you've realized you've done wrong even if that wrong is a little left of center. oswald'd rather jack never ask him to kill him (because he won't).]
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[his fingers clutch at oswald's coat, shoulders sagging, relaxing, and he feels like he's home.
here is someone who knows what he is and what he will do and he still holds him like this, holds him close, and while jack knows oswald holds little things secret, he doesn't think that oswald would allow him this closeness without some scrap of fondness between them.
oh...maybe it was time to actually trust that oswald loves him...]
....
[there's a long moment, being held, and then jack whines:]
...ow.
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he's warming, at least, and he hangs on for a while. a long while he thinks, and even they're quiet for the here and now. oswald does love him - he can't lie - and while there's a matter of other things—
jack whines and oswald's arms immediately leave him. oops.]
—we should go back to your home. [yours, not his.] Let me bandage this.
[and then you can stay or leave. he promises not to throw you in the bathtub again. (maybe.)]
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[Did he ask for more whining? Because there's more whining. Jack stares up at him and pouts magnificently. What!
but he does climb to his feet and hiss when he lifts a hand to poke at the wound the bullet left.]
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goodness...]
...I never said that I was leaving. [...hm.
he can wait a little bit longer, though, instead starting to slide his hand down and over the good arm to take his hand - come, come, time to hold hands - and start to lead jack back to the manor. maybe they should take jabberwock again... maybe.]
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[but jack is compliant, twining their fingers together like it's something new and precious, and walks close to briefly rest his forehead against Oswald's shoulder, affectionate.]
Am I being overbearing again....
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so,]
No. [simply staying,] I'd rather you say something - [and pry] - than bottle it all up.
[he'd just choose what to answer - oswald finds that he's becoming fond of the sound of jack's voice.]
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[walking is nice. People doing a double take at the state of his shoulder and them holding hands is kind of nice, too, because it means that this is actually happening, Oswald's hand in his.]
You said I creeped you out!
[well it's not like jack isn't an actual creeper, it's just oswald had the tact of a sledgehammer.]
[1/2]
right
at
jack.]
[2/2] sure you aren't
satisfied,] You still make my skin crawl.
[yup we're gonna keep walking now.]
fahsgdjdja no :<
Unless he meant it in a good way
BUT WITH OSWALD ONE CAN NEVER TELL...]
I hope you meant that in a good way. [he sniffs, haughtily, tossing his head and biting Oswald's sleeved shoulder sort of like the way a puppy first tries out its fangs.]. I'm perfect. [but he hides his face in the other man's shoulder anyway, mumbling and flushed.]
hehe i believe you
instead of quipping though, he glances behind him and blinks at the bite of his arrogant puppy prince. the differences and similarities between this man and the man he remembers are vast still. and then jack hides his face, and even though oswald's a practical man he still feels a warm rush of affection plunge into his unsuspecting gut and coil.
perfect isn't even close to what jack is, but oswald knows that just for him, a half to his whole, jack is 'perfect'.
there's silence for a moment before, quietly, gently, something like a whisper solely for jack, as if the words are still new to him:] ...I love you as you are.
[psychotic episodes and all, even if he's in a perpetual state of judging. he'll only say it every once in a while, but it's there as it is. he goes and brings jack's hand to his lips, blood a small matter no matter where it may be in this exact second, and kisses it. sweet possessive overbearing prince of his u_u]
oh my god what is that tag flies into the sun
tingles!! and butterflies in his stomach!! he thinks, for a moment, is this what alois feels whenever ciel actually acts like he has a heart is capable of being affectionate? why is he thinking of advice a seventeen-year-old has given him?
why....can he actually not form words at such a simple gesture? jack's mouth opens and closes and this is overwhelming, oswald has zero idea how much this means to him, little things. acceptance, affection without payment, and it's so out of character for oswald to say anything like that that it hits jack out of left field.
so he just leans up, up, up on his toes and tries to steal a chaste kiss because you are an unfair person, oswald. unfair.]
2corny2deal
oswald lets him steal his kiss, pliant and unaware of jack's case of the tingles and butterflies, brushing his lips down in way of kissing back. he's perfectly fine with this - will always be - but he's getting worried about that shoulder. thankfully his moral compass and brain aren't so torn that they'd mix his priorities up; he wants for a moment, but if he always got what he wanted he'd be a brat spoiled rotten.
fortunately, he's a mature what-the-hell-ever-year-old man.
it's why he eventually steps back again to start leading him back on track towards the manor he knows jack thinks of so fondly as 'home', hand-in-hand.]
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Did that cloak that I gave you fit properly?
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the cloak? —the one he's hung up for later use? his steps pause and he looks at jack, momentarily curious.]
...it did. [and then, sincere and fluidly warm:] Thank you, Jack.
[because it never struck him until now to say 'thank you' (because he wasn't sure and jack is flighty) seeing as he knows for sure. there could be no one else. he could tell him the red could be lighter - more wet blood than dry - but it suits him just fine and he doesn't actually mind.
oswald threw glen's cloak into the flames when he found he couldn't salvage it, after all.]