My better self was always born tomorrow (open)

[ring_for_giles]

Who: Giles & you!
When: Early - mid September
Where: Various
Warnings: The usual changeling warnings + depression



As nights became obsessed with introspection (redbud, purple hyacinth) [Bobby B's]

What had meant to be a quiet evening to himself with a good book for company has quickly become something far more melancholy. He's ensconced himself in a back corner of Bobby B's, book long since forgotten as he stares out into space. Pen in one hand as if he might write in his notebook at any moment, though he hasn't found any words to write beyond the first line, put to by rote more than by thought. His other hand rests on the side of his neck, holding something hidden beneath his collar.

Should anyone approach, he hurriedly returns the notebook to his pocket. But a brief glimpse of the words 'My dearest Dot, might well be spotted before he does so.

The days a contravention of reflection (protea, ivy) [Library]

Mr Ainsel, the little black and white cat that haunts the library, is a little more insistent than usual. Meowing loudly at anyone that crosses its path, and slamming full-bodied into anyone it has more than a passing familiarity with. Demanding pats. And snuggles. And treats. And anything else it could possibly get.

Within the id a stranger I did form [Around]

He doesn't know where he is, well, having explored the place rather thoroughly he knows he's a ship. But he still doesn't know its destination, or how he got here. There's two logical explanations, either Oswald decided on a last minute trip to America or the like, or he let Dot talk him into something inadvisable again.
His money's on the latter.
Now if he could just find either of them, or anyone else he knows, everything might start to feel a little less... uncanny.

To any onlookers, it's almost as if there's a new passenger aboard. One that may look passingly familiar if not quite right. Like Giles, if he were entirely human, if he had dark brown eyes rather than piercing green, and if he were more than a foot shorter.

During the day, he moves between standing out on the deck, watching the ocean and trying not to think too hard about what exactly is going on, and searching the library for a single non-fiction book.

In the evening, he gravitates towards Stan the Man. Where he sits with a fancy cocktail he isn't really drinking, and pretends that he's perfectly fine. He'd much rather retire early, but he doesn't know what his sleeping arrangements are any more than how he got here, and if, as he suspects, he's not here for work, then it's where he'll be expected to be.

A lily on the waters of a storm (Wildcard)

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[ring_for_giles]

It's not all. But somehow the fact that he doesn't belong at those parties, shouldn't be mixing with the likes of Ossie seems the bigger more overwhelming lie. The one he can never and will never share, not if he can help it.

So he smiles, and squeezes Ossie's hand in return.

"Good." A kiss pressed just next to Ossie's ear, "Lead the way then"

[ossie_oswald]

So he does.

The cabin is just a quick jaunt, and thank the Wyrd his roommate isn't in. Ossie hesitates at the door, gauging whether or not to throw him into the deep end with the cottage and all. Perhaps later, after the whole 'magic is real' thing is broached.

The moment they're in the door, Ossie kisses him again, running mental calculations for how haphazard he can be with his clothes without tipping Giles off to how much he knows, and also without entirely ruining Giles' time because all he can think about is rumpled wool. Christ.

"I think you ought to undress me," he suggests, to skip over all of the above, "just in case there's some horrible Lyndwurm hiding under my princely visage."

[ring_for_giles]

"We couldn't have that, could we?" He laughs, breathless.

Standing up on his toes so he can keep kissing Ossie, he makes light work of each layer, jacket, vest, shirt. Practiced, but not so much as he will be. The clothes themselves are discarded with only the bare minimum of care. Tossed aside in a way that should hopefully prevent wrinkles, and certainly not folded or anything more time consuming. He doesn't want to make the job of whoever Ossie's valet is more difficult than it has to be, but equally he doesn't want to delay things for too long. So he can see and touch and taste what he can as soon as he can.

[ossie_oswald]

Another feat of Wuthridge ingenuity- even if...

Oh this is the worst time to work out that Giles handling his clothes with care is one of the things that arouses him. That's going firmly in the back of the Wuthridge Caput until such time as he can actually deal with it.

Ossie counts himself lucky that this body lacks all the features that Giles would know so intimately- even being built different- and his hands drift to Giles' buttons, half-wondering if this Giles would actually let him do this part.

"Ah, just as I thought, no horrible scales lurking beneath the surface. Always have to check with these sorts of things."

[ring_for_giles]

He laughs, he can't stop himself. Head dipping down in an attempt to hide it that he knows isn't working, one hand still pressed lightly against 'Dorian's chest. He's used to this sort of thing being a rather more quiet and sordid affair, not, well, fun, for want of a better word. And he can't help but wonder if it would be like this with Oswald as well. He hopes it would. Not that he's thinking about things he can't have at a time like this.

Dragging his mind back to the present, and fighting down the laughter to merely a broad grin, he watches the hand drifting over his buttons "Are you going to return the favour? Or am I to do everything around here?"

[ossie_oswald]

"Oh, but you make it look so good," Ossie purrs, "if I wasn't so eager to get my head between your legs, I'd almost be tempted to let you do everything."

He makes quick work of Giles' suit, laying it out with as much care as Giles has. Where did he get this suit from? Ossie remembers enough about the period of time he's actually from to recognise that yes, this is well and truly above his means. Probably a gift from someone. Hopefully not Ginger. Ugh.

"What's your opinion on me leaving marks?" he asks, nuzzling into Giles' neck.

[ring_for_giles]

He hesitates, pulling away from Ossie before the very final layer is removed. Fingertips worrying at the hem of his binder while he watches Ossie handle his suit with care, he almost feels guilty for how little he gave to Ossie's.

After a breath or two (or three) he removes the binder, and tucks it underneath the rest of his clothes, hopefully before Ossie can get a good look at it. He has excuses aplenty for why it's lower quality than everything else, but he'd rather not have to cart them out if he can avoid it.

"Nowhere that'll be visible" he answers, running his fingers through Ossie's hair, other hand tracing slowly over his back

[ossie_oswald]

"Certainly," Ossie trills, mouth sinking down the curve of Giles' neck to kiss at his collarbone. It's a little awkward bending down so far, but his teeth flash to sink in to his flesh. He doesn't know the tastes of this Giles, can't tell how much of his Giles' preferences come from Arcadia. But he can tease like this, and learn him all over again.

there probably should have been an nsfw warning before now, but hey here it is anyway

[ring_for_giles]

He gasps at the first press of teeth, he can't take anywhere near as much as will one day be his preference, but it still makes his heart race. His fingers tighten slightly in Ossie's hair, as he reaches out behind him to try to find the bed so he doesn't collapse as his knees go weak.

Whoopsie!

[ossie_oswald]

The flux of Desire that radiates out from him is confirmation enough. What an odd sensation. Ossie guides Giles to the bed with a good deal of ease, dragging some pillows for him to prop up under himself as he wishes. Because he wasn't joking, this Giles has an entirely different set of parts to his Giles and every part of him that rejoices in Spring longs to coax more desire from him, to drink in as Giles gets everything he wants. And also obviously to eat him out.

"This is a charming angle for you, I should like to see you in it more often," he teases as he undoes Giles' belt.

[ring_for_giles]

"I think that can be arranged" he says, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch Ossie.

He's not really sure what to do with himself — beyond shifting to accommodate Ossie removing his trousers when it comes to that — but he wants whatever he's given and more. Wants to fully experience this slower more intimate approach, unhurried by the risk of discovery in the back room of a party.

[ossie_oswald]

"Can be arranged?" Ossie teases, a pair of fingers stroking through Giles' bush, "should I get my calender out for it? For a fellow about to have his life changed, you seem awfully demure about it."

He noses in closer, planting a kiss to Giles' labia, looking up at him with those charming ??? eyes.

"Let's see if I can't change that, mm?"