BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU 1

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

[Well, later on, Edward is... actually still asleep. Winter does weird things to his sleep cycle, it's not uncommon for him to just suddenly be OUT for a while. He is so sleepy, all the time. The good news is that, once Oswald wakes up again, Edward has shifted his wings. One of them's tucked more against himself, not Oswald. And the other is more spread out, now. Which does cover more area, but is also easier to escape. In theory.]

[agoodname]

[He feels significantly more awake this time when he comes to consciousness. Perhaps because he's slightly less trapped and is therefore a bit colder. It's also because it's...still the most strangest of circumstances to wake up in.

Oswald swallows a bit, trying to turn slightly to get a better view of his situation.

Definitely possibly easier to slip out this way. He almost still feels reluctant to, but...he also really had to find a bathroom. So, right...he'll just suck in a low breath and slowly try to wiggle out from under that wing, all while not upsetting the bandage on his arm or his leg.

It's...not an easy task. By any means.]

[enigmaster]

[The sudden movement under Edward's wing is... not enough to wake him just yet, but...] Mmn... [He does make a noise and huff a little in his sleep, trying to burrow his head under the pillow a little. Continue your quest towards freedom, Oswald.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald freezes as Edward starts to move, tilting his head up to watch Edward's face, but...nope, still asleep. (That was, once again, cuter than it should have been) He sucks in a breath, before making another bid at freedom.]

[enigmaster]

[How far are you getting there, Oswald? So far you seem to be doing okay...]

[agoodname]

[HE'S....about halfway out from under that wing. Just trying to escape out the side or something, moving slowly in an attempt not to wake Edward but...it's hard when one of your ankles is just out of commission entirely.]

[enigmaster]

[Yeah, about that attempt. Oswald might think it's going good, but then he... maybe moves in the wrong way, but Edward feels the movement in his sleep... and tries to roll over. The problem: he's like, at the edge of the bed, kind of draped over it? So. The good news is that Oswald is now very free. The bad news is that Edward is rolling straight off the side of the bed. Which definitely wakes him, judging from the surprised yelp that follows.]

[agoodname]

[alskdhfs THAT WAS NOT WHAT HE MEANT TO DO!!!

Oswald gasps, startled--] Edward! [he's scrambling to the edge of the bed, leaning down to peer over it] Are you alright?

[enigmaster]

[Edward's on the floor, kind of in a heap, before he sits up a little awkwardly. He looks a little dazed, which is fair enough. It's kind of a rough way to wake up.] Wha's... [He shakes his head a little and rubs his wing over his eyes for a second.] ...Huh? [Boy yeah he was in a real deep sleep up until a few seconds ago, give him a sec.]

[agoodname]

[..........why is that so cute.

For a hellish-looking creature, he also somehow manages to look adorable. It's really not fair.

Oswald swallows]

You, ah...fell.

[enigmaster]

[He turns his head to look at Oswald. And then it dawns on him what just happened.] Ah... Oh. Oh, I see. [Yep, okay, wow. That's incredibly embarrassing.] I, ah... [He rubs at his face with his wing again, though this time it seems more like he's trying to hide his face.] Good... ...morn...ing? [He's guessing.] ...Evening?

[agoodname]

[why is that motion so cute really it's absolutely unfair, and oswald swallows, turning to scoot across the bed to try and peak outside] Ah, it's...still dark out. Morning, perhaps? I'm honestly not sure how long it's been.

[enigmaster]

I lose track a lot in the winter. [Time is so fake.] You're, um... looking better.

[agoodname]

[Oswald shifts to sit again, stretching his leg out with a small wince.] I'm...feeling better. [he does actually honestly feel embarrassed by that display. As much as he's all for people underestimating him, he only likes to be seen as weak if he's in control of it...and that's not what that was. He plasters a sheepish smile on his face] Though it seems I must apologize to you again. My imposition on you keeps worsening, I fear.

[enigmaster]

It's not like you could really help it. It isn't like you wanted to pass out...

[agoodname]

[...no, he really didn't. He didn't want to pass out at all, he just overestimated himself. He's made of stern stuff and he's survived a lot, that's true, but...this was clearly too much. He can't miscalculate like that again] ...nevertheless, thank you.

[enigmaster]

[That still feels... incredibly surreal to hear.] Oh, um... You're... welcome. [It's a little unsure, like he's not certain if that's what he should say or not.] ...Um... I kind of had to take you upstairs, but I can help you go down...

[agoodname]

I would appreciate that. [Oswald scoots to the edge of the bed gingerly, still careful of his ankle]

[enigmaster]

Do you need help now, or... [He's a little hesitant, only just now getting up. Still... feeling a little wobbly and sleepy.]

[agoodname]

Ah...perhaps a bit. [he glances around] Unless you've brought my crutch up here as well...?

[enigmaster]

Oh... One moment. [He was bringing that up when he went to check on Oswald before, but then, well. Things sure did happen. Edward darts out of the room for a second, before coming back with the crutch, lowering down a little to hand it to Oswald.]

[agoodname]

[huh.

this whole thing is getting curiouser and curiouser.

All he seemed to want was that he left the other day, and now look at him. Courtesy and cuddles. Oswald has to supress a smirk, which he turns into a genuine smile. It doesn't take too much effort to do so, honestly]

Thank you. This will help me make it to the stairs, at least.

[enigmaster]

Oh... Sure. [He'll leave Oswald to that, then. Edward can help him down once he gets there.]

[agoodname]

[he'll gingerly make his way out of the room, then, but it's more slow-going than he'd like. Also he has to stop and sneeze at least twice, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Finally he makes it to the top of the stairs--and he eyes them with no small amount of trepidation.]

...you know, there seem to be even more of them from up here.

[enigmaster]

[Edward turns, looking at Oswald curiously. Looking down. Ah.]

...I usually just fly up or down.