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come_sailaway2022-09-02 05:45 pm
ring_for_giles) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-02 05:45 pm
[closed] and if tomorrow it's all over
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"
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.
"I believe I promised you another dance"
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"It sounds a little bit like our Legends are to us. We do things, stories are told about us, we grow into being a little more who that story was about. Does...that make sense? I'm not one of the smarter ones, can't explain all the meta details stuff like Dennis could."
He leans his head against the wall, glancing up at the ceiling as if half-afraid the Captain already knows what he's about to say next.
"It's actually one of the reasons these inter-dimensional kidnappings fuck me up so much. It's damned near impossible to inhabit the title of 'demigod of Midnight Roads' on a ship. No roads; not even a real shipping lane. You know we're not, like, going anywhere. Right?"
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He pauses for a moment, laughs a little, forcing what levity he can into his voice
"The ship goes nowhere and the seasons don't change. It's a purgatory, a world caught in limbo. Unchanging and yet in constant flux."
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He'll settle in eventually, surely.
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It's not much comfort, but it is what it is.
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