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Oswald Wuthridge ([personal profile] ossie_oswald) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-09-21 03:00 pm

You've got to give until you get (open)

CHARACTERS: Ossie and YOU!
DATE: Post-excursion
LOCATION: Various
SITUATION: Ossie concocts some bright ideas
WARNINGS: Aftermath of excessive drinking


You've got to prime the pump, you must have faith and believe

Ossie hasn’t felt the full brunt of a hangover in something like sixty-ish years. It’s a rough guess; one day he woke up for another morning of torment in Arcadia without a pounding headache. Or perhaps just not feeling it anymore. Like an evolutionary adaption on a much smaller scale. Or maybe his liver is magic now. Who knows? Not him.
The point is that he swans out of bed as put-together as he always is, rising early with Giles. He has a plan thought of last night and he’s intending on following through. Write drunk and edit sober, as they say.
At around midday, there’s a knock at your door. A small care package of painkillers and bottled water has been left for you, along with a small wrapped sweet from Scoops. Ossie can be seen dropping off a similar package at the doors neighbouring yours.
You've got to give of yourself 'fore you're worthy to receive

You might be wanting a nice quiet breakfast/brunch/’whenever you wake up’ meal to deal with the worst of the Never Have I Ever game. TOO BAD, HERE’S OSWALD. He’s just going to sit himself down across from you with something to snack on for himself, asking something to the effect of “how have you pulled up?” “are you feeling alright?” “do you want me to get you some water?”
He might be mother hen-ing a bit.
Drink all the water you can hold, wash your face, cool your feet

Ossie’s on a tear. He can’t help it. Once he gets going with the gift-giving he’s a veritable little Saint Nick. Even if you aren’t hungover, or really doing much of anything, you’re not safe from Ossie.
Catch him leaving a little packet of trail mix in amongst your belongings if you leave them unattended, or dropping it near you while you’re doing something else.
Leave the bottle full for others, thank you kindly, desert Pete

Wildcard!
midnightroads: (thoughtful)

[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-09-21 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Bash places his hand on top of Ossie's, but doesn't grab. Just resting on top of it like a butterfly briefly landing.

"So. I'm still working out my own toes, so to speak. Flirting is good. It's great. I love it, that hasn't changed for me."
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-09-21 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll take whatever advice you have. I'm not very smart, so I rely on the wisdom of others to get by."

The hand lingers, still.
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-09-21 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
He nods easily to the first two parts, but it's the third that almost seems to stop his breathing, because that...that is something that hits a tender spot in his everything. Because Bash was one of the lucky ones, a Dom, and thus not in the same sort of distress as some of those around him. And because of that, writing off the trauma had been so easy, so simple.

But there's the arrow straight to the heart that he probably needed.

"I..."
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-09-21 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
He needs that minute, eventually lifting his coffee to his lips and sipping, with the hand not resting on Ossie's.

"Okay. I think I got words for part of what I need."
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-09-21 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I need to not be the dominant partner in a persistent complete dynamic. I'm not saying I need someone else to take that role, but I'm not good to be in charge of, responsible for someone on a 24/7 basis again, right now."

Again is, of course, the operative word.
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[personal profile] midnightroads 2022-09-21 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
"You and Giles are adorable together, I wouldn't want to stick myself in between that in any way that'd mess with what you got."

He chuckles. "Mostly, I just needed to state that aloud, that being 'Mr. Perfect Super-Dom' isn't my role anymore. That I get to not be that, here."