[closed] and if tomorrow it's all over

[ring_for_giles]

Who: Giles and Oswald
What: finally confronting what they've been dancing around for far too long
When: beginning of september
Where: their private pocket dimension
Warnings: discussions of sex



It's been a few weeks since the Events at the diner, and although things have calmed down significantly, it's still been very tense. Giles has done his best to put everything out of his mind whilst around Oswald, but he's still been more distant than usual, and it hasn't helped that Oswald has been just as distant. He can't know for certain the cause of Oswald's distance, but he's sure that what Sharky told him is no small part of it.

Although Giles has known that it wont get any better if they don't talk about it, if he doesn't start the conversation, he's been unable to bring himself to take that first step into the unknown. The arrival of a new suit, one that feels familiar when he puts it on (although it cannot be the exact same one he remembers), is what finally starts a plan forming in his mind and has him take that final step.

Whether it's a good plan or not, Giles has no idea, but it's a plan and it's better than nothing. It's also a plan that has him pacing the living room, checking and rechecking the gramophone, adjusting and readjusting his suit, and trying his level best to keep his anxiety in check.

Oswald has to come into the room eventually, and when he does Giles will be waiting with a small but inviting smile on his face and almost all trace of his racing thoughts pushed down and rendered invisible.
Just don't look at the constant movement of his fingers.

"I believe I promised you another dance"

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[ring_for_giles]

"Your name... Your given name. I want- I need..." Every word is a hard won battle, because Lord does it ever feel ridiculous when spoken aloud. Giles has to close his eyes to finish the thought, because he can't look at Oswald as he makes a request that would be so trivial to most that it wouldn't even need asking, "Permission."

[ossie_oswald]

"... what?"

What?

"Why on earth would you need permission to use my given-"

Changelings, he remembers. He knows at least one person back home who couldn't walk on cracks without twisting their ankle, people repelled by salt or sand or people crossing their eyes at them. 'Needing permission to use a name' was low on the list of odd frailties, especially considering the nature of his own.

"Of course, you have full use of my given name, Oswald. Or Ossie, if you'd prefer."

[ring_for_giles]

"Oswald, Ossie" he says both names like a prayer. Like he's tasting them for the first time, and, in a way, he is. Before they'd been taken the first time, Giles had referred to Ossie by first name alone maybe three times at most, and only in private conversations with his sister, after he'd not been able to whether he wanted to or not "Thank you"

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie kisses Giles as if to seal his name in his mouth. And then again, and again, and-

Well. They're not getting out of bed any time soon, suffice it to say.