VAMPIRE AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[asdlkfhs Oswald huffs, then, shifting.] Well...good. I am right, after all.

[enigmaster]

Of course. [He slows down. Ah...] Well. All the same, I'm off to work. But... tomorrow, yeah?

[agoodname]

[ah. So they're here already. There's something tight in Oswald's chest again; something that wants to hold onto this moment as long as he can, because after he leaves, he's going to have to start removing himself and he's just he doesn't want to and that's the most dangerous part of all] I--yes. Tomorrow.

[enigmaster]

Alright. Looking forward to it. [And... he's going to lean in, a little shyly, for a kiss.]

[agoodname]

[right he's going to just--rock up on his toes, suddenly, throwing both arms around his shoulders so he can kiss him, hard, chest aching because suddenly this is probably one of the last times and it feels like he's dying a little and maybe wants to cry for the first time in an age and he just he loves him. He loves Edward Nygma and because of that he's going to have to leave him and it's horrible and he has no one to blame but himself]

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[enigmaster]

[--Oh. That's a lot, suddenly. He wasn't expecting a kiss that intense. Not that he's complaining. Quite the opposite, he's pretty delighted by that. It's a lot in a good way. It makes him feel warm and comfortable and... ...and other things, which he's not sure are in his imagination or not. He doesn't want to read into it. Right now, he just wants to enjoy the kiss. Leaning into it, kissing back, just being in the moment.]

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[enigmaster]

[...of course, it is just a moment. And moments do end. Especially when he does have to be at work in about, uh. Now. So, reluctantly, he pulls away.] ...You make it very hard to go to work, you know. I wish I could just skip it. [Waiting for tomorrow feels impossible.] ... I suppose I have to be patient, though.

[agoodname]

[Edward pulls away and Oswald lets him, despite the sudden, wild urge to try and make him stay. Whether he wants to or not. And that's why you don't get this involved. Oswald swallows, sinking back down off his toes. His ankle is definitely protesting that, so he leans a bit hard on his cane, swallows, and forces a smile as he releases Edward] I'd hate to be the cause of them finally finding something to fire you over.

[enigmaster]

I suppose I should just go in and give them an excuse myself, huh? ...I'm not actually, obviously, but-- Stupid joke, ignore me. [He smiles again.] I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good rest of the evening, though. [And he'll finally head into work. Bye, Oswald.]

[agoodname]

Have a good night at work, Edward. [it...hurts. It hurts and it's his own fault. He'll just...stand here. Watch him head into work until the door closes behind him. Then he'll turn and find an alley to hide in so he can just fly home and deal with this.]

[enigmaster]

[So what next, Oswald? Because tomorrow is here before you know it. And suddenly it's the next night.

Edward will be waiting at the library.

What now?]

[agoodname]

[He'll come, of course. He'll be there. But...he has to end this, doesn't he? Which he's...dreading. But he's going to have to.

He can't not.

He feels like he's walking to the gallows. But come he will]

[enigmaster]

[Well, if he's going to Edward's desk, he'll find that

there's no one there tonight.

Edward's not there.]

[agoodname]

[...the hell?]

Edward? [he'll raise his voice a bit--it is late, so it's likely the library isn't going to be full of people.]

[enigmaster]

[No response. It is pretty much dead here, which isn't a surprise. No Edward at all.

What now, Oswald?]

[agoodname]

[This is...strange. He'll wander towards the back room, raising his voice more] Edward?!

[enigmaster]

[Interesting thing about the back room. It's deserted, but... Edward's stuff is here. His bag, his personal laptop...

And there's a backdoor, for employees only, which is... open?]

[agoodname]

Edward? [yeah he's stepping quickly towards that back door, something cold curling in his stomach]

[enigmaster]

[Still no response. No Edward. Except...

There is a familiar scent there. One Oswald should know very well. It's a delicious one, after all.

There's some blood on the ground, if he steps through the door. He'll recognize it.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald freezes--and terror's a live thing, suddenly, writhing in him. And he moves over to that blood, heart feeling like he's in his throat, scanning the alley outside for where on Earth Edward could be]

[enigmaster]

[Not here, apparently. But the blood seems fresh enough. Whatever happened, it was recent.

Recent enough that he can try to track the smell further, at least, as intimately familiar as he is with Edward's blood.]

[agoodname]

[Oh hells. Oswald swallows, hard, before closing his eyes, breathing in, trying to focus and hone in on that scent]

[enigmaster]

[It takes some doing. Gotham's busy and has far too many sensations around, but here and there there's a few drops, keeping him on it.

It'll lead him to an old building. It looks abandoned, definitely not in use for some time. An old office or something, maybe. But the scent's going in there.]

[agoodname]

[this is...bad. This is very bad. It's clearly a trap. He should walk away and call for backup. Ivy. Selena. Someone. But Edward's probably in there. Whatever this is, he's hurt if not...well. Oswald swallows, and goes in]

[enigmaster]

[Definitely an old office. Looks like the ideal place for squatters, really. As soon as he enters, he'll hear moving in one of the other rooms. Shuffling and hurrying. A door slamming shut.

Uh oh.]