The shock wears off at the point when Ed starts to draw back, like a circuit being broken and turning all the lights off.
There isn't much thought involved here though, just a sense of what he does and doesn't want.
He's wanted Ed for so long. And while he suffered and was punished for what he did with that want, the want itself never went away. He let it cool and harden, yes, but the core was still molten, still burning with something that wouldn't fully die out.
And now, it's just fully ablaze in his chest with the sudden added awareness that Ed is withdrawing.
Oswald doesn't even remember moving his hand to grab the front of Ed's jacket, fingers twisting into the fabric tight and desperate, unwilling to let this slip away again.
"Don't--!"
Ed may have had more time come to terms with what he wants compared to Oswald, but Oswald knows how to feel things and what he wants on a messy instinctive level. What he wants right now is he doesn't want Ed to step away.
He swallows, the fisted hand shaking against Ed's chest with a kind of lingering disbelief. He gives a small, sharp tug then, tilting his head up toward Ed's face, aiming to bring their lips back in contact again as quickly as possible.
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Date: 2020-06-25 12:48 am (UTC)There isn't much thought involved here though, just a sense of what he does and doesn't want.
He's wanted Ed for so long. And while he suffered and was punished for what he did with that want, the want itself never went away. He let it cool and harden, yes, but the core was still molten, still burning with something that wouldn't fully die out.
And now, it's just fully ablaze in his chest with the sudden added awareness that Ed is withdrawing.
Oswald doesn't even remember moving his hand to grab the front of Ed's jacket, fingers twisting into the fabric tight and desperate, unwilling to let this slip away again.
"Don't--!"
Ed may have had more time come to terms with what he wants compared to Oswald, but Oswald knows how to feel things and what he wants on a messy instinctive level. What he wants right now is he doesn't want Ed to step away.
He swallows, the fisted hand shaking against Ed's chest with a kind of lingering disbelief. He gives a small, sharp tug then, tilting his head up toward Ed's face, aiming to bring their lips back in contact again as quickly as possible.
"Don't."