[ As long as he's smiling, Ed can keep saying things. Keep teasing. Keep joking. Laughing at his silly little acts in a completely un-cruel manner. It's embarrassing when you hit yourself in the face but it's okay to laugh at yourself. If it hurt, Ed wouldn't laugh. Oswald can laugh if he did it. And that's an important distinction. A certain line they never cross that others easily leap right over. It's not funny when it hurts.
Ed knows what he said and he can't back out of it now. (You never wanted to.) There's a drumming sound in his ears. A trap set up by nature. A natural occurrence that he shouldn't be fighting as hard as he has been because it's impossible. Various studies show that the mind of a person takes between 90 seconds to 4 minutes to determine whether it became infected with a word Oswald can verbalize at him with such sincerity.
The riddle is said. He doesn't know what brought it out - well... he does but it's nothing he was ready to admit or discuss further in his head until a second ago. It's a funny little thing. And he doesn't really think he can blame it all on medicine kicking in. The blood loss. The adrenaline rush from winning a death match. The thrill of victory. It wasn't all that but those might have factored into the certain boldness he was feeling to pull him in.
He's on top right now. Come join him.
Oswald doesn't hesitate too long. He wasn't expected to. The moment he leans in, Ed's arms are around him. It isn't a deep intensity, fire threatening to engulf them. Not on the surface. It doesn't feel dangerous. Such a move can be. Terrifying. Granting permission to have it all. Anything for him though because it feels more like a cog turning and setting everything perfectly in motion. How it's supposed to go. There's a smile in there, he can feel it. It says more than a full night of the only thing he has to compare. How little he truly understands.
It isn't long - though it feels so. He has to pull back to breathe, an action that was already a little hard to do. This isn't the most comfortable position but he's keeping him there. Moving a hair back for him. Running a hand along his face. Taking things in. Never looking elsewhere. ]
[ As long as they were smiling and laughing. He definitely wanted that. He wanted Ed to feel safe enough to do those things so much more often. His smile was beautifully infectious and his laughter just as much. It was so wrong that the course of life had attempted so violently to steal those things from him. Oswald swore to himself then if he could do anything about it, that would never happen.
There was a part of him still afraid to believe. But things between them had gone further than he could have ever anticipated. From the start Ed had been a diligent ally and soon after a good friend. For the first time in his life Oswald had even had a best friend. Then... then he'd become even more. Not an ally, nor a friend, nor a best friend. He'd become everything important in Oswald's life. Ed had never stopped himself from getting closer. Oswald had been afraid once he realized his feelings, but he'd never wanted to stop getting closer either. So that's exactly what they'd become and now they were here. Neither of them had begun with this as a calculated result, yet it was one that had manifested regardless. It had become the one thing he wanted above even power and vengeance. How could he hesitate?
Feeling Ed's arms wrapped around him in an entirely new and exciting way was absolutely thrilling. He was actually reciprocating! Could he even identify all the positive emotions bubbling up inside of him? He wasn't sure. He didn't think he could. That was just fine. Everything did feel right. Perfect. Immeasurably wonderful. Had Ed not pulled back first, Oswald might have forgotten that he needed to breathe himself. He was completely trapped in Ed's gaze and he was positive the affection in his touch had made him experience a surprisingly pleasant chill himself. Nothing in the world could hold him back from smiling fully now. ]
Remarkable. [ Why did he sound so out of breath for an action so simple? Maybe it was shock. Disbelief that what he'd only been able to have in fantasies had just transpired in reality. Even then his excitement was shining through. ] I mean -- what I mean is you're remarkable. Amazing. Everything about you is so... so... [ Oswald laughed, a paradoxical mix of shyness and a newfound sense of freedom fueling it. But when he stopped and the laughter grew quiet, his voice was the utmost in sincerity. ] I really love you, Ed. [ He peered down as if it was the first time he was admitting it, but his hand moved to grasp the one Ed had so delicately ran along his face. He would remember that sensation forever, he thought. He held his hand in place, squeezing it affectionately and allowing himself to melt into the feeling. It wouldn't be so bad if they just stayed that way forever. ]
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Ed knows what he said and he can't back out of it now. (You never wanted to.) There's a drumming sound in his ears. A trap set up by nature. A natural occurrence that he shouldn't be fighting as hard as he has been because it's impossible. Various studies show that the mind of a person takes between 90 seconds to 4 minutes to determine whether it became infected with a word Oswald can verbalize at him with such sincerity.
The riddle is said. He doesn't know what brought it out - well... he does but it's nothing he was ready to admit or discuss further in his head until a second ago. It's a funny little thing. And he doesn't really think he can blame it all on medicine kicking in. The blood loss. The adrenaline rush from winning a death match. The thrill of victory. It wasn't all that but those might have factored into the certain boldness he was feeling to pull him in.
He's on top right now. Come join him.
Oswald doesn't hesitate too long. He wasn't expected to. The moment he leans in, Ed's arms are around him. It isn't a deep intensity, fire threatening to engulf them. Not on the surface. It doesn't feel dangerous. Such a move can be. Terrifying. Granting permission to have it all. Anything for him though because it feels more like a cog turning and setting everything perfectly in motion. How it's supposed to go. There's a smile in there, he can feel it. It says more than a full night of the only thing he has to compare. How little he truly understands.
It isn't long - though it feels so. He has to pull back to breathe, an action that was already a little hard to do. This isn't the most comfortable position but he's keeping him there. Moving a hair back for him. Running a hand along his face. Taking things in. Never looking elsewhere. ]
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There was a part of him still afraid to believe. But things between them had gone further than he could have ever anticipated. From the start Ed had been a diligent ally and soon after a good friend. For the first time in his life Oswald had even had a best friend. Then... then he'd become even more. Not an ally, nor a friend, nor a best friend. He'd become everything important in Oswald's life. Ed had never stopped himself from getting closer. Oswald had been afraid once he realized his feelings, but he'd never wanted to stop getting closer either. So that's exactly what they'd become and now they were here. Neither of them had begun with this as a calculated result, yet it was one that had manifested regardless. It had become the one thing he wanted above even power and vengeance. How could he hesitate?
Feeling Ed's arms wrapped around him in an entirely new and exciting way was absolutely thrilling. He was actually reciprocating! Could he even identify all the positive emotions bubbling up inside of him? He wasn't sure. He didn't think he could. That was just fine. Everything did feel right. Perfect. Immeasurably wonderful. Had Ed not pulled back first, Oswald might have forgotten that he needed to breathe himself. He was completely trapped in Ed's gaze and he was positive the affection in his touch had made him experience a surprisingly pleasant chill himself. Nothing in the world could hold him back from smiling fully now. ]
Remarkable. [ Why did he sound so out of breath for an action so simple? Maybe it was shock. Disbelief that what he'd only been able to have in fantasies had just transpired in reality. Even then his excitement was shining through. ] I mean -- what I mean is you're remarkable. Amazing. Everything about you is so... so... [ Oswald laughed, a paradoxical mix of shyness and a newfound sense of freedom fueling it. But when he stopped and the laughter grew quiet, his voice was the utmost in sincerity. ] I really love you, Ed. [ He peered down as if it was the first time he was admitting it, but his hand moved to grasp the one Ed had so delicately ran along his face. He would remember that sensation forever, he thought. He held his hand in place, squeezing it affectionately and allowing himself to melt into the feeling. It wouldn't be so bad if they just stayed that way forever. ]