BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU 1

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

Quiet. [Another hiss, because listen, what is he supposed to do with this? And... right. Yes, okay, the wound, he has to keep working on that. ...There's a moment of hesitation, before Edward is going to close in on Oswald. Like, real close. Really close. And then to his shoulder. What happens next might feel... weird. Kind of like... an animal is licking his wound?]

[agoodname]

[the demon leans down and Oswald arches an eyebrow--but he doesn't go for the throat? Oswald blinks at that--before he flinches, hissing at the sensation] Ow! [and he fists a hand in the fur at the back of the demon's neck and tugs a bit weakly] What are you doing?

[enigmaster]

[Edward just barely manages not to yelp as he's grabbed.] Stay. Still. [He's trying to HELP YOU, you idiot. In fact, after he does that, Oswald might notice the wound is... stinging less? The pain, at least from there, is numbing.]

[agoodname]

[....wtf.] Not until you--you tell me what you're doing. [....also this fluff he's got his fingers in is very soft. He may have started running his fingers through the fur there idly]

[enigmaster]

... [He's not gonna. Answer immediately. With that part... well, done enough, he's going to get to wrapping up that wound. That much, at least, should be clear enough. The feeling in his fur is... odd. He tries to ignore it.]

[agoodname]

Heeeeeey. [and Oswald's reaching up to tug on his ear] What did you do? Did you poison me? [he pauses, though, blinking] ...your ears are very soft. [and his fingers kind of...scratch at Edward's ear a bit lol] Do all demons have soft ears?

[enigmaster]

No-- [It comes out as a growl, now, before it dies in his throat as OSwald scratches at his ear. His eyes go a little wide and he pauses wrapping up Oswald's shoulder, his body going just a little slack. That's... That's a really nice feeling...]

[agoodname]

No? [Oswald can't help but smirk. He may feel like his head is fully of cotton but even he can parse that reaction. he scratches a bit harder] That's a pity. Tell me what you did to my arm~ [his voice has taken on a coy, coaxing tone.]

[enigmaster]

Mmmm'jus'... helped a little... [His eyes go almost glassy for a bit, as he loses himself in that feeling. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realizes this is the first time anyone has touched him in... ... Well. A very long time. It shouldn't be this nice, should it?]

[agoodname]

Mn, you certainly did. [he drags his nails along where the cartilage of the ear meets the skull, digging his fingers in a bit, really giving him a good scratch.] That's very clever~

[he croons it, though it's slurred just a bit] How did you help, exactly?

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[enigmaster]

[No-- No, this is a distraction, he needs to keep- Well, that's what he's thinking anyway, but then Oswald steps up his game and before he can stop himself, a low whine escapes from the back of his throat. He immediately closes his mouth, embarrassed.] I-I--

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[enigmaster]

[No. He growls and draws back. No more of this. He slaps Oswald's arm away and tries to finish wrapping up his shoulder. Hard as that is, with his wings and claws.]

[agoodname]

[his hand gets batted away, and Oswald blinks--before he pouts] Hey! [and he reaches up to tug on his ear]

[enigmaster]

[That's just getting a snarl, and he finishes the wrapping. He makes it, at least.] Don't.

[agoodname]

Why won't you tell me what you've done? [it sounds like a whine, now, petulant--and his hand drops down to the fluff near Edward's cheek, which he promptly buries his fingers in] You're very soft for a demon.

[enigmaster]

You-- [He shivers a little, at that touch. Oh. He swallows.] You won't remember anyway. [He's... going to back away. He has to.] Sleep. [He'll throw a blanket over Oswald, at least. Get this boy warm.]

[agoodname]

[there is definitely a pout there as he pulls away, and he half reaches for him again, weakly] At least tell me your name.

[enigmaster]

...No. [He's... He's going to step away completely, now. Oswald will fall asleep soon, anyway, then he can light the fire.]

[agoodname]

Rude. [VERY MUCH POUTING NOW as he drops his arm--and yeah, tho, as predicted, he's falling back asleep]

[enigmaster]

[Good. Finally.

Now, he can light the fire and just... He'll keep an eye on Oswald, for a while. To make sure he's not dying.

By the time Oswald wakes up, though, the room will be empty. His shoulder is wrapped, there's a blanket tucked around him, and the fire was surely on. But that dust was definitely not part of his dream. It seems like no one but him has been in this room in years, and yet...

...

No one in sight, though.]

[agoodname]

[when Oswald comes to, it's slowly and fuzzily. At first, anyway. But as soon as he makes an attempt to move, he hisses in pain, flinching as both the trauma to his ankle and his shoulder make themselves known. From there, the world comes into very sharp focus very quickly, and he's gasping for a moment as he clutches at his shoulder, gritting his teeth until the initial surge of pain lessens to a dull throb. Then, when he can breathe normally again, he grunts, releasing his shoulder to grab at the couch so he can slowly push himself up to a sitting position.

The blanket pools around his waist, causing him to take more of a closer note of it.

...huh.

That definitely wasn't there when he went to sleep. And his shoulder was definitely not bandaged like this. There's the flitting, momentary thought that maybe he did this and forgot in a feverish haze but that's quickly dismissed. He didn't have the supplies, and there's no way his ankle would've supported looking for it. Oswald's eyes narrow, and he leans over the side of the couch just slightly, looking for any evidence of footprints]

[enigmaster]

[There's... not footprints, exactly. There's definitely signs of the dust in the room being disturbed, but it's unclear in what way, exactly. There's parts where it almost looks like something was dragged across the dust, maybe.

But no footprints.

The remaining embers of the fire are going out, now, so the room's getting a little colder...

What are you gonna do now, Oswald?]

[agoodname]

[the first thing he does is try to push to his feet. Which is a good idea in theory--but the moment he puts any weight on that ankle it spears pain right up his leg, absolutely burning, and he collapses back onto the couch with a hiss. Okay, so not that.] ....hello? [he calls it--maybe they're close-by?]

[enigmaster]

[...

No response.]

[agoodname]

[louder, a second time] Hello?!

[. . . . . .]

I can't really walk right now so I'm not sure what you're expecting of me, exactly!

[he might be yelling to himself like a crazy person. All signs point to "no," but...he also doesn't know what he's dealing with until he meets this person. People? Might be people.]