[Oswald closes his eye. It's the kind of embrace he has had eight long months to dream about with a yearning as deep and lasting as the ache of a broken bone, something he knows all too much about. It hurts just as badly to pull back when he does, slowly, gaping dumbly at Ed as he rattles off all the preparations he's made for his arrival. The words form a haze around him and he's left stunned into silence when Ed whistles and Edward comes barreling out the door.
It doesn't feel real, none of this does. It takes a bolt of pain splitting his knee to realize he has dropped down to put his arms around the whining, wriggly mass of muscle that is Edward. The dog's enthusiasm is overwhelming and he laughs a giddy laugh when Edward clumsily wrestles free and slathers his neck and chin in dog-kisses, an eager flick of the tongue shifting his eye patch off-centre. A wisp of a breeze licks his socket - a strange, ugly sensation. But it's not until Edward has wound down and sprawled onto his side for a well-deserved belly rub that Oswald adjusts the patch, needing a moment longer to smudge his face dry before looking up at Ed. He pushes to his feet a little unsteadily, sniffing as he brushes the front of Ed's suit smooth as though he's made an awful mess of it. Then he just looks him up and down, fighting to keep his face from crumpling.
It's a losing battle.]
...Thank you. [He nods and wipes at his cheeks again, his nose clogging a little with the backflow of tears. Head ducked, he mutely motions Ed inside so he won't have to watch and wait.]
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Date: 2019-12-05 04:56 am (UTC)It doesn't feel real, none of this does. It takes a bolt of pain splitting his knee to realize he has dropped down to put his arms around the whining, wriggly mass of muscle that is Edward. The dog's enthusiasm is overwhelming and he laughs a giddy laugh when Edward clumsily wrestles free and slathers his neck and chin in dog-kisses, an eager flick of the tongue shifting his eye patch off-centre. A wisp of a breeze licks his socket - a strange, ugly sensation. But it's not until Edward has wound down and sprawled onto his side for a well-deserved belly rub that Oswald adjusts the patch, needing a moment longer to smudge his face dry before looking up at Ed. He pushes to his feet a little unsteadily, sniffing as he brushes the front of Ed's suit smooth as though he's made an awful mess of it. Then he just looks him up and down, fighting to keep his face from crumpling.
It's a losing battle.]
...Thank you. [He nods and wipes at his cheeks again, his nose clogging a little with the backflow of tears. Head ducked, he mutely motions Ed inside so he won't have to watch and wait.]