In the world they know, emotional men aren't often referred to as such. Anger isn't considered emotional if it comes from men, but men who cry and wear other kinds of emotions on their sleeves run the risk of being considered weak, or more derogatory things. So emotion had to become Oswald's calling card, he had to be seen as over emotional, prone to violence if displeased, blind rage, the kind of emotion that is uncomfortable to bare witness to. And certainly not weak.
But these moments he shared with Ed--shares now again--is part of the other side of that. Oswald feels deeply and with restraint only under rare circumstances. The gentleness of Ed's thumb sweeping across the line of Oswald's cheek is almost like asking the tears to fall as Oswald gives out another of his shaky chuckling sobs.
"Then... I'm glad we are in accord."
This is such uncharted territory for him now that everything is out in the open. It's cathartic and terrifying, full of incredible possibility that right now he's not sure how to act on or shape.
He dampens his lips with a brief nervous lick, fingers shifting without real purpose against the back of Ed's neck where they've settled.
"May I..." he begins, then stops, lips pressing together firmly into a nervous line, unable to fully let himself complete the request. If he doesn't specify, there's no risk of it being denied.
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Date: 2020-06-28 10:54 am (UTC)But these moments he shared with Ed--shares now again--is part of the other side of that. Oswald feels deeply and with restraint only under rare circumstances. The gentleness of Ed's thumb sweeping across the line of Oswald's cheek is almost like asking the tears to fall as Oswald gives out another of his shaky chuckling sobs.
"Then... I'm glad we are in accord."
This is such uncharted territory for him now that everything is out in the open. It's cathartic and terrifying, full of incredible possibility that right now he's not sure how to act on or shape.
He dampens his lips with a brief nervous lick, fingers shifting without real purpose against the back of Ed's neck where they've settled.
"May I..." he begins, then stops, lips pressing together firmly into a nervous line, unable to fully let himself complete the request. If he doesn't specify, there's no risk of it being denied.