BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU 1

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

Good. Don't. [...] Not stealing like that. People have been here before. Taken things. [Not that there's A LOT left to steal, but. Still.] It's different.

[agoodname]

[Oswald frowns at that--and replays the state of the place in his head] Looters?

[enigmaster]

Yes. I don't like them.

[agoodname]

And you didn't try and scare them away, big thing like you?

[enigmaster]

I did. When I can.

[agoodname]

Hm. [neutral, again. That's...odd. Most human beings, when confronted with someone like Edward, would've turn tail and ran. So how did they get that much out of this castle without him confronting them?]

[enigmaster]

...Sometimes it happens when I'm asleep.

[agoodname]

And the noise didn't wake you? [casually--eyeing those large ears]

[enigmaster]

[One claw sheepishly goes up to one of his ears, which he pulls down a little.] ...Sometimes it's just not worth the effort.

[agoodname]

[yeah. All of this is ringing very, very false. He's terrifying at first look, and even more so at second. There's no way he couldn't have easily scared them off.

Again, something to tuck away for later]

That makes sense.

[enigmaster]

[Edward... glances down at Oswald's leg a moment, at his ankle.] ...How long will it take for that to heal?

[agoodname]

[Oswald huffs a bit, glancing down at it] ....I don't know. I'm not a doctor by any means. [he smiles a little, sheepish, with a wince] I'll try to impose on you for as short a time as possible, I promise. As soon as I'm able to walk on it a bit better, I'll be out of your hair.

[enigmaster]

...Good. [The sooner, the better.] ...You can stay in whatever room you want. I don't really care.

[agoodname]

[ugh. Oswald can feel his temper want to snap slightly, annoyed with the callous attitude, but--]

Thank you.

[murmured, humbly, as if Edward had graciously invited him in or something.] I appreciate it.

[enigmaster]

[Edward blinks and looks... surprised. Hm? What??? Hm?] ...Sure. I don't know if you need anything... for that injury.

[agoodname]

To be honest, neither do I. [Oswald sighs a bit, slowing down on the crutch once he gets back to the room he initially stumbled into and cautiously lowering himself back onto the couch because honestly...he's exhausted. He didn't DO much, really, other than cook, walk around a bit, have the scare of his life, and eat, but...he feels like he needs to take a nap or something. His ankle throbs in reminded hurt and protest--and Oswald winces, suppressing the need to hiss] Perhaps something cold for the swelling? It might help some. [he huffs a bit, glancing towards one of the windows in the room] Perhaps I can gather some snow.

[enigmaster]

... [Edward huffs a little bit. This is definitely gonna be a PROCESS and he's not happy about it, but. It'll go faster if he helps. So...] I can take care of that.

[agoodname]

[Oswald looks up at that, letting his surprise show on his face, blinking. That's...interesting. Maybe it's because he wants Oswald gone sooner, but also...] You...[then his expression flickers, a bit of concern, a bit worried ]...I'd hate to bother you more than I already am.

[enigmaster]

[Edward blinks a little at that. Ah...] ...It's fine. It's not like it's hard or anything.

[agoodname]

Then....thank you. [and Oswald smiles, then, almost shyly. Too easy.]

[enigmaster]

[...That still feels weird to hear. Edward's just... gonna go do that. Gathering snow is... Not hard, exactly. But tasks like these are harder with his wings in the way, his claws really not great for this either. But he gets it done, gathering it. Enough to fill a cloth or something, to cool Oswald's ankle. He'll prepare that and bring it back to him.] There. [How's that, Oswald?]

[agoodname]

Thank you, Edward. That will help, I'm certain. [another smile, appreciative, and he's shifting to put his ankle on the sofa. He sucks in a small breath as he pulls his pant leg up, revealing the discolored, swollen skin--it looks worse than it is, it's not broken probably?? but it's not great either. And Oswald presses his lips together, as if steeling himself, before leaning forward to place the ice against it. He can't help but wince at the feeling--it hurts. A lot. And he shudders in reaction]

[enigmaster]

[Edward's looking closely at the injury and he starts a little at the clear sign of pain when Oswald puts the ice against it. It looks bad.] That seems... very painful. [yeah no shit]

[agoodname]

[Is it that obvious? The snide question wants to work its way out of his throat, but he bites it back--swallowing that response. Opts for another one] ...it is, unfortunately. [he offers a small, pained smile] I'm hoping the ice will help numb it, at least.

[enigmaster]

[he's new at the TALKING to people thing] ...Do you... [...] Is there anything else that, um... [he feels very awkward right now]