NECROMANCE AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

Okay. Here, lean into me a bit--[and he's going to gently wiggle his hand under Edward's shoulders to help him sit up, watching his every move]

[enigmaster]

[It feels weird to move. It's shaky and sluggish and weirdly numb, which makes it difficult. It's off. So it's a good thing Oswald's here to help Edward, because he'd probably just fall right over on his own. Instead, he just about manages to get himself sitting upright.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald is there to support him, half curled around him as he sits up to support Edward better. Which is about the time Butch comes down.

It's not the first time he's seen an animated corpse by any means. He is, after all, rather involved with the process. But it's the first time he's seen Oswald helping one sit up]

"...boss?"

[Oswald looks up from his focus on Edward] Ah, Butch--bring Edward some clean clothes, please.

[Butch's eyes narrow] "Sure thing."[....but he'll save questions for a bit later. Better to just follow Oswald's lead for the moment]

[enigmaster]

[With Oswald, Edward feels a sort of... innate safety. He doesn't know why. It's just this feeling of safe and comfort. There's nothing like that with this other person, though. There's not really anything at all, no familiarity or safety. And right now Edward's very on edge. So he ends up clinging to Oswald, closer now. Almost like trying to hide against him. He's pretty scared, still.]

[agoodname]

[Edward presses closer. Oswald can't help but swallow a bit, holding him, petting a hand down his back, trying to be soothing] It's alright. Butch is my butler. He's very trustworthy.

[enigmaster]

[Edward nods at that, but he stays close. Just... Just in case.]

[agoodname]

[that's fine. Oswald will just...hold him, for now, trying to keep those soothing motions. When Butch gets back, it's with a set of clothing]

"It might be a bit big on him, but overall it should fit." [he's coming closer, setting the clothes down on the table where Oswald had been doing his calculations]

Thank you, Butch. [he's still petting over Edward's back--and he shifts so he can look at him] Edward, I'm going to ask Butch to come over and help you stand, alright? So we can get you into some clean clothes.

[enigmaster]

[Edward nervously looks at Oswald, and then Butch, and then back to Oswald again. Just nodding. He probably SHOULD wear something else...]

[agoodname]

"Okay." [Butch will come over, then. Edward's body language is pretty clearly telegraphing someone who's pretty freaked out, so he'll smile then, friendly] "No worries, Mr. Nygma, we'll get you right as rain in just a moment."

[enigmaster]

[He frowns a little, confused. Nygma? Is that... supposed to be him?] U-Um... okay.... [It's quiet, uncertain. But he's just... sort of going with this. Oswald said this was alright, so...]

[agoodname]

[...well damn. Butch can't quite help the momentary tick of an eyebrow because...huh. Responding. That's...new. But he'll hold out a hand to Edward]

"Alright. Just shift your legs down over the side, and then I'm gonna take some of your weight, okay? Make sure you can hold up on your own before I let you go."

[enigmaster]

A-Alright... [He's a little nervous. Moving still feels weird in a way he can't quite explain. But he does as Butch asks. Just... doing one thing at a thing feels a lot more reasonable, right now, than stopping and thinking about what's happening.]

[agoodname]

[Butch shifts to hold Edward's weight a bit--one hand still holding his, the other at his elbow] "Okay. We're gonna get you standing now. Nice 'n easy." [and he'll help Edward stand, with Oswald obviously still hovering next to him]

[enigmaster]

[Edward stands. It's shaky, but he's doing it. His legs feel... weirdly stiff, which isn't the most helpful, but he's managing to stay upright, at least.]

[agoodname]

"There ya go. Now let's get you into some clean clothes, huh?"

[and, unless Edward protests, he and Oswald are going to get Edward into some dry clothes. They are, as predicted, a little short on the sleeves, but it's better than nothing.]

[enigmaster]

[Yeah, no, he's definitely not going to protest. He's not exactly in a protesting sort of state, right now, though the whole thing does make him feel very self conscious. But it's... nice, being in something dry.]

[agoodname]

There. You're doing wonderfully, Edward. [Oswald, at his other side, gently holding him up--though far less so than Butch. He probably couldn't hold Edward up if he tried] Let's take a couple steps. Slowly, now.

[enigmaster]

[It's sluggish. He's still... feeling quite stiff and shaky. But he manages. It's not a lot, but it's something.]

[agoodname]

[he'll gently lead Edward upstairs, then, one step at a time, with Butch at his other side, supporting him all the way]

Let's get you bundled up in front of the fire. That'll help get a bit of warmth back into you. [he'll usher him over to the chair and get him situated, wrapping him up in a blanket while sending Butch to fetch a mug of tea]

[enigmaster]

[Walking is slow going and not very comfortable, so Edward is very grateful when he's lead to a chair. A blanket wrapped around him, which he blinks at. But it's... nice. It helps, a little, with that horrible cold. He ends up staring into the fire. Zoning out just a little, which isn't too surprising. Everything is happening so much, right now, and he needs a second to just process, maybe?]

[agoodname]

[that's fine. Honestly Oswald is going to...wait this out for a bit and see what happens. He is also completely exhausted, though, and sinks into the chair next to Edward's with an exhalation of air. He's still watching him closely, though.]

[enigmaster]

[Yeah, Edward's mainly going to be staring off into space for a while. The thing is, though, after a while, Edward just sort of... stops breathing. Not in the worrying sense. He's still blinking, swaying a little, keeping the blanket tight around him. But while zoning out, he's just forgotten to keep breathing. Because he doesn't need to.]

[agoodname]

[Butch returns with tea for the both of them, and Oswald jolts awake, having nearly fallen asleep in his chair. It is almost five in the morning.] Ah...thank you, Butch. [he'll reach out to take his, before glancing over at Edward]

How are you feeling?

[enigmaster]

[Edward blinks, looking back over at Oswald.] Ah... [How is he feeling? That's... a question. He's not sure. Right now, he just sort of feels like a whole mess of feelings. So it takes him a second.] I... don't know. Weird...? Kind of... cold, still... [Less so than before, but he's still not warm...]

[agoodname]

That's understandable. [Oswald pushes to his feet, wincing just slightly at his leg, which protests loudly after going for so long without rest--but he does push himself to move closer, so he can sit on the arm rest, cradling his tea in one hand]

We'll see what we can do to help you be warmer.