[ Oswald wondered just how many times he would lay out his vulnerabilities to Ed before it stopped putting a knot in his stomach to do so. More importantly, he wondered when he would stop having things to be guilty about. They had agreed that there would be no lies between them ages ago, but that hadn't stopped Oswald from attempting to dodge the truth on occasion. Of course, lying by omission is still lying. The consequences always catch up.
But this time they hadn't caught up in the way he'd thought they would. Oswald had so feared the only future they could share would be an unbearably painful one, but Ed had always been a better man than Oswald himself was. Not once had he failed to keep his word, nor did he cease in surprising him with graciousness that he was entirely undeserving of. It was so hard to comprehend that the reality he'd lived in Gotham was so different from the reality he was living in that moment, but maybe he didn't need to understand. Ed still wanted to be with him, and Oswald wanted to be with Ed in return. Maybe nothing else mattered.
The sudden embrace caused a quiet gasp to escape Oswald's lips. For a moment surprise overtook him, but instinct guided his own arms as they found their way around Ed's body. He held him both like it was the last time he ever would and the first time he ever had, every bit of love he had pouring out into one embrace. Tears began prickling at his eyes, his grip on the fabric against Ed's back tightening slightly. ]
You know, Ed... [ He spoke quietly, his voice vaguely muffled, his face buried in Ed's shoulder. ] I don't think it was luck. You still believe in fate, don't you?
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But this time they hadn't caught up in the way he'd thought they would. Oswald had so feared the only future they could share would be an unbearably painful one, but Ed had always been a better man than Oswald himself was. Not once had he failed to keep his word, nor did he cease in surprising him with graciousness that he was entirely undeserving of. It was so hard to comprehend that the reality he'd lived in Gotham was so different from the reality he was living in that moment, but maybe he didn't need to understand. Ed still wanted to be with him, and Oswald wanted to be with Ed in return. Maybe nothing else mattered.
The sudden embrace caused a quiet gasp to escape Oswald's lips. For a moment surprise overtook him, but instinct guided his own arms as they found their way around Ed's body. He held him both like it was the last time he ever would and the first time he ever had, every bit of love he had pouring out into one embrace. Tears began prickling at his eyes, his grip on the fabric against Ed's back tightening slightly. ]
You know, Ed... [ He spoke quietly, his voice vaguely muffled, his face buried in Ed's shoulder. ] I don't think it was luck. You still believe in fate, don't you?