[From the other side of the table, Oswald beams, brimming with pride, like a child whose finest crayon drawing has just been stuck to the front of the fridge. It's thanks to Ed that Oswald has been able to breathe a little easier, feeling safer armed with sensitive personal details he's been saving for the right opportunity; it's thanks to him that there's no glass walling them off and no noise to contend with and that they can sit with their hands almost touching, if they want. His bitten fingers instead skim the sleek, athletic brace appreciatively - not quite his style, but exactly what is needed to take the edge off the jagged pain on every step.]
What can I say? You didn't disappoint. [He huffs a laugh. And then, after a beat:] I can't be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance...I'm worthless to one, but priceless to two...
[He wonders if Ed means what it means -- but that's a rabbit hole he's afraid of falling into one more time. There has been nothing but hurt at the bottom, and he reminds himself that having Ed at his side, fighting for him, is already more than anyone still alive has done for him, and that is enough. It has to be.]
One of your better riddles, I'd say. Or perhaps I'm just feeling a little sentimental.
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Date: 2019-11-29 06:16 am (UTC)What can I say? You didn't disappoint. [He huffs a laugh. And then, after a beat:] I can't be bought, but I can be stolen with a glance...I'm worthless to one, but priceless to two...
[He wonders if Ed means what it means -- but that's a rabbit hole he's afraid of falling into one more time. There has been nothing but hurt at the bottom, and he reminds himself that having Ed at his side, fighting for him, is already more than anyone still alive has done for him, and that is enough. It has to be.]
One of your better riddles, I'd say. Or perhaps I'm just feeling a little sentimental.