There were many nightmarish possibilities Oswald had imagined for the outcome of all of this. Some involving bloodshed, many involving yelling, definitely Ed deciding he never wanted to speak to Oswald ever again.
But this? This was an abstract fantasy amount other fantasies he considered far more plausible. The fairy tale dream against all the harsh realities. The one that would never be possible.
Initially, he's not even sure he believes Ed has said that and that his mind isn't playing tricks on him from the stress. Eyes widening slowly and his head lifting with a kind of dumbstruck confusion, Oswald's mind almost doesn't fully connect everything together properly until Ed's lips are brushing his own and then almost any hope of things making sense short out entirely. There's nothing in his mind at all. There's no world, even. This is a strange pocket of fake time and space where this isn't really happening. Edward Nygma is kissing him, but Edward Nygma isn't kissing him. Surely.
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Date: 2020-06-24 01:05 pm (UTC)But this? This was an abstract fantasy amount other fantasies he considered far more plausible. The fairy tale dream against all the harsh realities. The one that would never be possible.
Initially, he's not even sure he believes Ed has said that and that his mind isn't playing tricks on him from the stress. Eyes widening slowly and his head lifting with a kind of dumbstruck confusion, Oswald's mind almost doesn't fully connect everything together properly until Ed's lips are brushing his own and then almost any hope of things making sense short out entirely. There's nothing in his mind at all. There's no world, even. This is a strange pocket of fake time and space where this isn't really happening. Edward Nygma is kissing him, but Edward Nygma isn't kissing him. Surely.