“Oh, certainly! I have just the thing, Oswald.”

          “…my apologies, it is a bit used.”

Penguin
[liked for a thing]

After a long, drawn out evening,  there was nothing quite like a hot shower to
ease the tension in his shoulders and neck.  Ed’s hair stood on end as he ran
the towel through  it,  leaving him more dishevelled than he’d been in a while.
His sigh of contentment bounced off of the walls and he smiled in the  warm,
dissipating steam. It didn’t occur to him that he was could bump into anyone
as Edward walked out, towel hitched low on his hips, since his room was just
around the corner — but alas, wasn’t that how things always worked?

         “I-I’m  so  sorry,”  he  stammered, throwing his hands out to make sure
that his friend was all right.  Felt like a nasty hit to the head with his shoulder.

And, naturally, the towel came loose with the jostle and he was left naked as
the day he was born, prompting another stammer and then silence.

Why me.

Penguin:

Oswald looked down at his wrist in relief that the other had calmed down. His full attention on Edward’s words, he dared to believe what he said. Taking deep breaths himself, Oswald pulled his arm away from the other setting himself free. He headed towards the papers on the floor, picking them up and taking his time organizing them.

Meanwhile, his mind was drowned by questions, wondering what drove Edward to react the way he did after such a small thing… except, it wasn’t small, was it? Oswald meant to confess his feelings. Standing up he eyed at the papers, checking what time his first appointment started.

“ Are you sure? Says right here it starts in less than an hour.
   We should be going… we can talk in the car? ”

Looking up at him and how strange the other was behaving, how quick he was to react when Oswald mentioned he was getting hurt… he cared too much to simply walk away. He reached for Edward’s shoulder and gave him a few pats, showed a kind smile to reassure the other he was alright.

“ Come on, Ed. We must go. ”

His own replying smile was weak, the words choking up in his throat; a bit like Oswald
had appeared just minutes before. There was  something  the other man meant to say
that was important enough to visibly retreat over,  and  Edward  couldn’t seem to let it
go. Change of tactics.

          “What I wanted to say is… quite private,” he began, looking up at Oswald from
under his lashes.

Of course there  wasn’t  ACTUALLY  something he wanted to say as much as he was
attempting to use reverse psychology on his friend. Mentally crossing his fingers,  Ed
hoped it would be enough to give them a few minutes.  Something was begun here…
something he didn’t want to let slip through his fingers, and he wanted to know what
it was. NEEDED to know.

(Source: nygmatica)

dappercobblepot:

[ text ] If I’m honest, I was expecting you to cook dinner, anyway.
[ text ] Perhaps something else?… ♥
[ text ] Oh, I am well aware of that, Ed. You don’t need to apologize.

[text] You do know how much I enjoy doing it.
[text] Only if you offer far too many compliments on the meal. I’m creating a new recipe and it’s sure to be a BANG.

(Source: nygmatica)

okimi79:

insp.

And inspiration for The Bird and the Worm

(Source: conscience-killer)

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

@dappercobblepot

Penguin:

[text] Maybe. Not like its actually visible.
[text] But you could help me feel a little better.
[text] I believe I deserve to be spoiled. More than usual, anyway.

[text] Of course! Just say the word and I will do or retrieve anything for you.
[text] Perhaps a nice dinner? I’ve been itching to cook something for weeks now.

-10 minutes later-

[text] …
[text] Please forgive my obtuseness, Oswald. I never know how to behave in this sort of —
[text] …situation.

Penguin:

The mood had changed completely. Oswald grunted in pain as the other pulled him close. Even though he had dreamed of this scenario for a while now, Edward made it feel so much different. It was too different than how Oswald had imagined it, even as if he was dealing with a different person.

“ What are you talking about!? Bad voice!? ”

His voice made Oswald shiver, yet his words only made him worry about what he could do next. As he kept struggling and trying to set himself free, he realized it would be hard, if not impossible, to escape from Edward’s grip.

“ What terrible things!?—- Ed… stop this… ”

Soon he began to feel desperate. His voice turned so much weaker, never did he think he’d feel in such danger with Edward. Yet, here he was. Shivering, scared and weak.

The fear was palpable; a small, fluttery thing that could be held within one’s palm
and so easily crushed. But perhaps that very same quivering ball of emotion was
what shook him awake,  eyes blinking rapidly behind his glasses and breath now
coming in muted  pants.  Edward hadn’t felt that voice in a  long  time and it had
overwhelmed him.  Now as he looked at Oswald,  he loosened his grip but didn’t
let go.

          “Oh forgive me, I lost sight of myself for a moment. Oswald, trust me when
I say that I would never hurt you. I just —”

His gaze landed on the desk beside him and he paused,  taking  a  deep  breath.
Too tempting.

          “Can we sit for a moment and talk? Your next appointment isn’t urgent.”

(Source: nygmatica)

Penguin:

Oswald turned around to face him, startled by the sudden grip on his wrist. He dropped the files to the floor, as a quick self-defense reflex he attempted to pull his arm away from Edward, but to no avail. Oswald winced for a second.

“ Ed, you’re hurting me. ”

He was able to speak with a weak, shaky voice. Scared of being forced to tell the truth, Oswald didn’t feel quite ready to confess just yet. He frowned, not quite understanding the other’s behavior. Of course it was in his nature to be curious, but he would never force him to talk. Or so he thought…

“ It isn’t that important. We have to go! ”

Quickly darkening eyes stared holes into the other man’s soul, as  if  he  were
attempting to parse out the truth. But if that’s how the world worked, it would
be far too easy. So Ed tugged on the wrist still trapped in his hand and pulled
Oswald close enough to speak in a low, demanding tone:

          “I think you crave a bit of  pain  now  and  again,  don’t  you?  Physical,
emotional… it’s all the same to you and you like it. Fortunately for you, I have
this BAD voice in my head that makes me do terrible things.”

(Source: nygmatica)