[Oswald straightens in the chair a bit. And then it's like there's shadows that crawl up over his form twisting around him, briefly, in what is probably a pretty horrifying-looking mass--before they dissipate and
before yep those shadows are going to coalesce around that little bat form, bfore they stretch and elongate, before disappearing, leaving Oswald sitting again in the chair]
[Edward's breathing heavily. It feels wrong, like... like it's not doing anything.
What the fuck is happening to him?]
Just don't-- don't come anywhere near me unless you're going to unlock these restraints...
[Because that's... that's all he can focus on right now. It's the one thing about this that he can see that's solvable, Oswald is just refusing to work with him on this.]
And, quite frankly, he's not doing so hot mentally himself because with Edward being lucid, it means he's probably survived the worst of the Embrace, right??
which is good
but also
the consequences of which are starting to all come to him now, and the fact that if they both make it out of this alive, it'll be a miracle and then some.
He's just going to lean back against the wall farthest from Edward and just
sink to the floor.
And maybe try not to do some freaking out of his own.]
[Like this, it's... hard to even see Oswald anymore. He can see him when he's leaning against the wall, but when he slides down, he's pretty much out of Edward's view.
This isn't making him feel any better.]
Y-You can't just... keep me tied to this bed forever, you know.
A couple reasons. First of all, I don't know if you've completed turning yet, so I don't know if you'll go, well...feral again. Second, you're clearly very scared, and if I release you now, you'd do something like walk out into sunlight and then you'd die.
I'm not going to release you yet. [He can't. He can't. He can't or he'll die. Or get himself killed. Or get them both killed. (Not that they aren't probably dead anyway.)
Oswald just--there's no point in saying any of it.]
Then... Then get the hell away, at least! [Leave the room, then, because he doesn't even have the option to go away.] I don't know what the hell you're doing, but just... stay away from me.
[Edward just shuts his eyes again. Trying to shut out the whole world. Trying not to think about the fact that breathing feels wrong and useless, that he can't feel his heart beating, that he feels so cold--
He wishes he could curl up, at least, but he can't even do that much.]
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Just turn into a bat, then, why not.
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[Oswald straightens in the chair a bit. And then it's like there's shadows that crawl up over his form twisting around him, briefly, in what is probably a pretty horrifying-looking mass--before they dissipate and
well
there sure is a bat in that chair now.]
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huh?]
W-What the hell?!
[DID HE JUST SEE THAT
HE'S PRETTY SURE HE SAW THAT]
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Hi Edward. That bat is going to cock its head slightly and just
keep looking at you
with those beady little black eyes]
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This... is not happening.
Okay. Okay, right...
[He stares at the bat, wide eyed for a moment, before he just forces his eyes shut. Like he can just pretend he didn't see this, maybe?]
I'm... dreaming or hallucinating or... or something.
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before yep those shadows are going to coalesce around that little bat form, bfore they stretch and elongate, before disappearing, leaving Oswald sitting again in the chair]
I wish I could tell you that was the case.
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[He's keeping his eyes pressed shut, not even looking at Oswald now.]
This isn't real, you're not real, none of this-- [He feels like his heart should be racing right now. Except he can't feel it at all.
Block it out.] What the fuck happened?
[How hard did those guys hit him? What actually happened, what's--]
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Should I continue not talking or should I answer that question?
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[He's having a freakout here, Oswald!]
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[he swallows, moving to sit on the bed next to Edward's hip]
Okay. Just...deep breaths, Edward. Keep your eyes closed. Just breathe.
[he doesn't need to but...that's hardly the point]
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Don't-- [He tries to move away, but. Well. He can't, can he?] Don't come near me!
[He feels like he's losing it, but regardless of what's happening to him, he knows that, right now, Oswald is definitely
not safe to be around.]
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Ah...apologies.
[he swallows]
...should I leave the room?
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What the fuck is happening to him?]
Just don't-- don't come anywhere near me unless you're going to unlock these restraints...
[Because that's... that's all he can focus on right now. It's the one thing about this that he can see that's solvable, Oswald is just refusing to work with him on this.]
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completely lost for what to do.
And, quite frankly, he's not doing so hot mentally himself because with Edward being lucid, it means he's probably survived the worst of the Embrace, right??
which is good
but also
the consequences of which are starting to all come to him now, and the fact that if they both make it out of this alive, it'll be a miracle and then some.
He's just going to lean back against the wall farthest from Edward and just
sink to the floor.
And maybe try not to do some freaking out of his own.]
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This isn't making him feel any better.]
Y-You can't just... keep me tied to this bed forever, you know.
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And Oswald presses the heels of his hands into his eyes]
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[...No, focus. One thing at a time. Don't indulge this.]
I'm-- I'm not going to do that. Okay? Just... I can't even shift or sit up like this, Oswald, come on...
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[Shared delusion, apparently, because what else could it be?]
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Oswald just--there's no point in saying any of it.]
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[that, at least, he can do--and he's pulling himself to his feet, ignoring the sharp twinge of his ankle, before moving towards the door.]
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He wishes he could curl up, at least, but he can't even do that much.]
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