[Oswald licks his lips and reaches to set his glass aside, only meaning to drink enough to take the edge off, not to blunt his senses. When he looks up, he finds Ed in the doorway, watching him in a way that stops the breath in his throat. As if they're the last two people in the whole world. And Ed stays there, for long enough that Oswald wonders if he should be concerned until he hears him speak, just barely. Soft words that run him through and stuns him into silence.
He swallows, heating his throat click. His eye burns.
In a city full of prettier faces and more handsome men, men without hawkish noses and lumpy ankles and feet that stick out at odd angles, dragging as they move, Ed had chosen him. Settled for him, his demons hiss, because Ed has no one and nothing else. But in this moment, they've gone so quiet for the first time since yesterday that they're barely heard over the sound of Ed's voice.]
...no one's ever told me that. [He answers in an equally hushed tone.
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Date: 2019-12-26 05:05 am (UTC)He swallows, heating his throat click. His eye burns.
In a city full of prettier faces and more handsome men, men without hawkish noses and lumpy ankles and feet that stick out at odd angles, dragging as they move, Ed had chosen him. Settled for him, his demons hiss, because Ed has no one and nothing else. But in this moment, they've gone so quiet for the first time since yesterday that they're barely heard over the sound of Ed's voice.]
...no one's ever told me that. [He answers in an equally hushed tone.
No one other than mother, anyway.]