BODYGUARD/ASSASSIN AU

[enigmaster]

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[enigmaster]

[That actually gets a small flinch. Oh. He's making things worse. ...It seems he can't do anything right at the moment.] I... Yes, alright, your Highness. [He gets back in bed. Slowly, of course. But he settles in so he has a clear view of Oswald.] I'm sorry.

[agoodname]

Stop--[apologizing. The word strangles in his throat. Edward looks very small in that bed. Pale. Oswald swallows, and shakes his head, feeling his eyes sting, going glassy] Just...stay there. Sleep. Please. [and he's turning around and walking back towards the bathroom, trying to keep his steps more measured until he's inside. He doesn't slam the door this time; just closes it quietly. He still feels like he wants to claw his skin off or maybe let his magic devour him because everything feels like so much and it's overwhelming and awful and Oswald just leans agains the door and lets himself sink to the floor]

[enigmaster]

I... [Again, Edward doesn't get out much before Oswald turns and leaves again, no real opportunity to say anything. Not that he's sure what he would've said, right now. "Please" aside, that was as much of an order as it could be, really, and Edward really should listen to it and sleep. The problem is he's not sure he can, right now. Physically he feels a strange mix of exhausted and wide awake. He's still shaky, more so now that he'd ventured out of the bed like that. He turns to his side - the one without the wound, obviously - and just puts his arms around himself. There's this horrible, awful feeling in his stomach. Like some horrible pit that threatens to swallow up all of his insides. He hates it. Himself, too, right now. He curls up just a little, arms tightening around himself. Time to just... lie there. It probably won't be too long until he falls asleep anyway, but it feels wrong. All of this. He's just not sure why or how.]

[agoodname]

[Edward will be asleep by the time Oswald feels stable enough to come out of the bathroom. He has his magic back under control. It's tenuous; all that emotion is still there, repressed, swimming beneath the surface--but he's holding on enough that at least he doesn't feel like he's going to slip and accidentally kill Edward or anyone else. But then, it seems it wasn't just his magic that made him a danger to Edward. All that work to keep it under control, to contain it....what good did it do? What good would it have done? Edward might've already died, almost died, because of him, anyway. Simply because of what he is. It's neither better or worse that he wouldn't have known; either way, the result is the same: Edward dead because of him. Oswald sits heavily on the cot near Edward's bed, staring blankly out the window. What was the point? Why did he try so hard to control himself, control his magic, when apparently just being near him was enough to put Edward in danger? Oswald turns his face away from the window and the night sky beyond, looking down at his hands. Even know, his magic stirs just under the surface, pressing against the barrier's he's erected, trying to get out. It makes him sick.]

[enigmaster]

[Edward is, mercifully, staying asleep. There's only so much that a stubborn mind can do, fighting against the body, and he was bound to lose eventually. Exhaustion always wins, in the end. Though it is a restless sleep. Not for a bit, but eventually, Edward starts shifting a lot in his sleep. Whether or not it's still night or already morning when Oswald notices that is another matter. Either way, it's not ideal. If Edward keeps shifting in his sleep like that, he might aggravate his injuries.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald notices rather quickly. It's still night, and there's barely a sliver of moon left to see by, but he can clearly hear Edward shifting. Which certainly will not help his injuries any. So he'll pull himself to his feet and move across the room to reach out and rest a hand on Edward's shoulder, gently, and see if he can at least move him onto his back. Maybe that will help?]

[enigmaster]

[It won't be too difficult to move Edward. He's still shifting a lot, though, and... now that Oswald's closer, he might notice Edward's definitely sweating. ...A nightmare, maybe?]

[agoodname]

Edward? [now he's quite worried--and he's moving to the door so he can ring for some water and cloth to try and cool down whatever is making him sweat, returning to his side almost immediately. His brow is creased in a frown, reaching out to brush some hair away from his forehead. This is...not good. How can he get him to stop moving?]

[enigmaster]

[Edward's breathing is heavy, labored. And... it seems almost instinctive, the way that he immediately curls up as Oswald touches him to brush his hair away. Defensive.]

[agoodname]

[that....does not bode well.] Edward. Edward, it's just a dream. [he's pressing his hand to the side of his neck, now, feeling for his pulse] You're safe.

[enigmaster]

[His heartrate is definitely a little too quick. Not... quite to worrying levels, but definitely another sign of a nightmare. Edward's trembling a little, too.]

[agoodname]

[this is...not good. On many levels. Oswald swallows, hard, leaning down and shifting to wedge an arm under Edward's shoulders, pulling him close, cradling him against his chest. At least if he's holding him,maybe he can stop him from hurting himself more.] It's alright. It's alright, Edward, it's just a dream. It's not real.

[enigmaster]

[Edward goes a little still, at that. Even in his sleep, some things are just... instinct. But it seems to be helping. He's a little shaky, still, but his breathing is starting to even out again. He's calming down.]

[agoodname]

[he'll shift his other arm, then, starting to comb through his hair]

It's alright....it's alright. [maybe if he repeats that for long enough, even he'll start to believe it]

[enigmaster]

[He shifts a little closer. It's warm and feels safer, like this. Looks like he's sleeping a lot more peacefully, now...]

[agoodname]

[Oswald breathes out a sigh of relief, then. He should...probably move, now that Edward's calmed down. He's going to just start to retract his arm from under his shoulders...]

[enigmaster]

[Immediately, Edward shifts closer again. No, don't go...]

[agoodname]

[...well...okay??? Oswald blinks as Edward starts to follow him--and his mouth presses into a line. Okay. Well. He settles back down, then. Better to not make him move any more]

[enigmaster]

[That's better. Edward just... rests against Oswald and keeps on sleeping. Maybe not the... comfiest of positions for Oswald, but. Doesn't look like he gets to leave.]

[agoodname]

[Well...that's alright. He doesn't mind. He might just...doze off himself, actually.]

[enigmaster]

[They'll just stay like that then, while they sleep. Though once morning comes, Edward's slowly coming back to consciousness. ...He shifts a little, closer to Oswald, without really. Realizing. What he's next to. Right now, all he knows is that it's very comfy??? You waking up yet, Oswald?]

[agoodname]

[Oswald is and always has been slow to wake up, much less get up. He is still very much asleep, curling a little more around Edward as he shifts closer]

[enigmaster]

Mm... hm? [Edward suddenly realizes that it feels almost like someone's next to him. Which is about when he sleepily looks up and sees Oswald. Right there.] A-Ah... Y-Your Highness--?

[agoodname]

[Edward's voice is enough to get him to start waking up, and he groans, slightly, face scrunching up a bit in what should be more than recognizable as Oswald very much not wanting to be awake and probably this close to falling back asleep]

[enigmaster]

Y-Your Highness, um... you're... [how does he even begin with this]