Oswald Wuthridge (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ossie_oswald) wrote2022-06-14 07:18 pm
ossie_oswald) wrote2022-06-14 07:18 pm
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Come Sail Away Inbox
"Send me a kiss by wire~"
[ Oswald cannot come to the phone right now as he is in the process of placing himself in the dirt as to stave off a full-on clarity break. ]
Giles tilts his head subtly to one side, and spends a long time thinking about how to answer. Whether to answer the question first, or try to explain the strange things Ginger had said. The beginnings of five different explanations float to the surface of his mind, but they're all far more complicated than what is ultimately a simple question warrants.
"I'm not certain I'd do such a thing, it is becoming clearer and clearer that he was not the man I knew in anything more than name, but..." He takes a breath before continuing, pushing down the uncertainty that's trying to make itself known, "Although my name has been Ernest for as long as you've known me, it hasn't always been, no. That much I thought was obvious."
"I'm not certain I'd do such a thing, it is becoming clearer and clearer that he was not the man I knew in anything more than name, but..." He takes a breath before continuing, pushing down the uncertainty that's trying to make itself known, "Although my name has been Ernest for as long as you've known me, it hasn't always been, no. That much I thought was obvious."
What?
"...what?"
That was meant to be the dumb question!
"In what way was that meant to be obvious? It's hardly like you have your name printed or stamped anywhere," he would've seen it by now, "you seem as much an Ernest to me as you do any other name."
"...what?"
That was meant to be the dumb question!
"In what way was that meant to be obvious? It's hardly like you have your name printed or stamped anywhere," he would've seen it by now, "you seem as much an Ernest to me as you do any other name."
"My parents would hardly have given me a masculine name when I was born."
It's not often that Giles is as genuinely baffled as Ossie, and yet here they are.
"I thought you already knew. Was that not- Why do you refer to me as your 'governess', then?"
That came out wrong.
It's not often that Giles is as genuinely baffled as Ossie, and yet here they are.
"I thought you already knew. Was that not- Why do you refer to me as your 'governess', then?"
That came out wrong.
Record scratch.
"They what? Why wouldn't they?"
If Ossie were capable of blushing, colour would probably be appearing on his cheeks.
"Er, it's a rather long and involved story. It was mostly a joke about you cleaning up after me and the manner in which you'd disapprove of me for misbehaving, but- hold on, knew what precisely?"
"They what? Why wouldn't they?"
If Ossie were capable of blushing, colour would probably be appearing on his cheeks.
"Er, it's a rather long and involved story. It was mostly a joke about you cleaning up after me and the manner in which you'd disapprove of me for misbehaving, but- hold on, knew what precisely?"
"Oswald. My love. I was born a girl."
Said with infinite patience, but no shortage of confused amusement.
Said with infinite patience, but no shortage of confused amusement.
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"Good mercy on high I am- I shan't call you it ever again, Giles I- I cannot be sorry enough-"
You ever find out you've been casually misgendering someone for over a hundred years?
...
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"Good mercy on high I am- I shan't call you it ever again, Giles I- I cannot be sorry enough-"
You ever find out you've been casually misgendering someone for over a hundred years?
PEOPLE ARE SO SCANDALIZED IT's like they never saw someone make out with a skeleton before.
LMAO no wonder he has a binder of dirt on the man. SKELETON IS LEADING THE DANCE I think anyway i try to avoid dancing with people at all costs
good news btw there is alcoholic punch here but there's also still a bar so I'm going to just rummage around back there while this is happening in front of gods and mans.
Oh hey theres Crichton and he's wearing mostly leather again!
LMAO no wonder he has a binder of dirt on the man. SKELETON IS LEADING THE DANCE I think anyway i try to avoid dancing with people at all costs
good news btw there is alcoholic punch here but there's also still a bar so I'm going to just rummage around back there while this is happening in front of gods and mans.
Oh hey theres Crichton and he's wearing mostly leather again!
"No, it's not-" Giles's rush to reassure Ossie is drowned out by honest to god laughter, and he has to stop to get his breathing under control before he can start again, "I don't mind, it's sweet in its own way, and I honestly thought it was supposed to be a subtle acknowledgement that you knew and weren't concerned."
"Well of course I'm not bloody concerned- you're you and I love you for your own sake-" winces at that phrasing- "you could be a fresh gender every day of the calendar month and twice every second Sunday and I'd adore you for it. But- this is-"
Ossie wishes he could be laughing at it himself right now.
"The reason I asked in the first place is because I- it's preposterous that I've known you for this long, that we're entangled and I didn't know your bloody given name until a month ago. And now- now this?"
Ossie wishes he could be laughing at it himself right now.
"The reason I asked in the first place is because I- it's preposterous that I've known you for this long, that we're entangled and I didn't know your bloody given name until a month ago. And now- now this?"
get a picture of it please
just the back half is necessaryRight, there was something at the heart of this wasn't there.
"There wasn't any reason for you to know Before, and after our return I..." Giles pauses, looking down at his hands. Watching the way his skin indents with soft press of nails, "I had grown unused to being referred to by anything other than my family name. I think I tried to use it for less than a month before someone asked if it was really necessary and I just... Stopped."
A long breath and he looks back up,
"I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner."
"There wasn't any reason for you to know Before, and after our return I..." Giles pauses, looking down at his hands. Watching the way his skin indents with soft press of nails, "I had grown unused to being referred to by anything other than my family name. I think I tried to use it for less than a month before someone asked if it was really necessary and I just... Stopped."
A long breath and he looks back up,
"I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner."
"And it wasn't... you weren't keeping it from me?" he asks, cautiously now.
"I know I shouldn't- that Ginger didn't know you as you actually are, it's just as I said, my mind wouldn't stop turning it over. If the thought were a pint of milk we'd have progressed past butter and into a fine mozzarella by now."
"I know I shouldn't- that Ginger didn't know you as you actually are, it's just as I said, my mind wouldn't stop turning it over. If the thought were a pint of milk we'd have progressed past butter and into a fine mozzarella by now."
"I wasn't. I don't want to keep secrets from you, my love. It just doesn't always occur to me that what seems perfectly clear and obvious to me might not be from the outside."
This, at least, is an easy reassurance he can give.
"But if you ask, I will always answer, and perhaps the milk can be saved before it even becomes butter."
This, at least, is an easy reassurance he can give.
"But if you ask, I will always answer, and perhaps the milk can be saved before it even becomes butter."
"Oh, my love," has Ossie mentioned that he loves when Giles uses his silly little metaphors. Because he does. Adores it so much that he reaches to hold onto Giles' lapels, pulling himself into kissing distance.
"I really ought to be better at asking before I start fretting."
"I really ought to be better at asking before I start fretting."
Giles hums in agreement, and closes that final bit of distance to kiss Oswald lightly.
"I shall try to be a little more forthcoming, my dearest." He brushes his hand gently over Ossie's cheek, "Was that all that was weighing on you?"
"I shall try to be a little more forthcoming, my dearest." He brushes his hand gently over Ossie's cheek, "Was that all that was weighing on you?"
"More or less," Ossie leans into that hand like a cat starved of affection, "the majority of it at least. A solid eighty percent, shall we say."
...
"Or, er, sixty I suppose if we were to be really carrying the zeroes and going by the ol' slide ruler."
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"It's rather embarrassing, it's... another thing that bloody Ginger said- no doubt I despised the man in whatever fantasy world the git was living in. Utterly intolerable."
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"Or, er, sixty I suppose if we were to be really carrying the zeroes and going by the ol' slide ruler."
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"It's rather embarrassing, it's... another thing that bloody Ginger said- no doubt I despised the man in whatever fantasy world the git was living in. Utterly intolerable."
"I'm not sure you'd have liked the man I knew either" It's not quite a shudder or a sigh that Giles says it with, but something lies subtly between the two, he doesn't want to think about chaos that likely would have ensued if the two had ever met back in the day.
"What was it that he said?"
"What was it that he said?"
"That... you believed me incapable of cruelty."
Ossie's hands tighten ever so slightly on Giles' lapels.
Ossie's hands tighten ever so slightly on Giles' lapels.
Giles frowns, blinks, starts to say something, stops again, and repeats the process a few more times. How is he supposed to answer that? A reassurance of the truth of such a statement, the opposite, something inbetween?
"I'm not sure I'd say incapable as such, but is that..." He tilts his head to one side, watching Ossie carefully as he speaks "A problem?"
"I'm not sure I'd say incapable as such, but is that..." He tilts his head to one side, watching Ossie carefully as he speaks "A problem?"
[Atta boy, good to know he's not completely gone!]
He's got a leather longcoat thing on rn but I'll do my best for you, comrade. Knowing him he's just two drinks and a strong encouragement away from hitting the dance floor and there's no way anyone could stay that layered up while busting the moves he does so 🤞🙏🍑
He's got a leather longcoat thing on rn but I'll do my best for you, comrade. Knowing him he's just two drinks and a strong encouragement away from hitting the dance floor and there's no way anyone could stay that layered up while busting the moves he does so 🤞🙏🍑
Ossie sighs, leaning to press his forehead to Giles' collarbone.
"I... where to begin... You understand better than anyone what was done to me in Arcadia, what I did to survive. Certain... acts of cruelty were rewarded, and... as you know, what is written is... difficult to erase, even upon our escape."
Deep, shaky breath.
"I'm a sadist, Giles. I'm not ashamed of it, and I know I'm not a monster for it, I just thought you knew."
"I... where to begin... You understand better than anyone what was done to me in Arcadia, what I did to survive. Certain... acts of cruelty were rewarded, and... as you know, what is written is... difficult to erase, even upon our escape."
Deep, shaky breath.
"I'm a sadist, Giles. I'm not ashamed of it, and I know I'm not a monster for it, I just thought you knew."
"I can't say it comes as a surprise, but no I didn't know. Not really."
Though there's nothing of it in his voice, with Oswald so close the way Giles's heart races is evident. His eyes flick briefly to the door that had appeared and quickly been forgotten with everything that happened over the course of the last two months, but he pulls his attention back to Ossie just as quickly, and lays a kiss in his hair.
"I love you as you are, my dear, and I'm glad you're not ashamed."
Though there's nothing of it in his voice, with Oswald so close the way Giles's heart races is evident. His eyes flick briefly to the door that had appeared and quickly been forgotten with everything that happened over the course of the last two months, but he pulls his attention back to Ossie just as quickly, and lays a kiss in his hair.
"I love you as you are, my dear, and I'm glad you're not ashamed."
Ossie sighs a little, happily.
"Thank you, my dear. Obviously it goes without saying that it's not something I ever need- I am of course more than contented with things as they are," he traces the back of his nail down Giles' immaculately ironed lapel.
"I don't think I ever could've believed I could be this happy."
"Thank you, my dear. Obviously it goes without saying that it's not something I ever need- I am of course more than contented with things as they are," he traces the back of his nail down Giles' immaculately ironed lapel.
"I don't think I ever could've believed I could be this happy."
"I don't think I could have either, my love"
Despite the soft words, his mind keeps circling back around, and Giles is keenly aware of all the ways his body can betray his thoughts. Heart, cheeks, eyes, he's just glad there isn't any loose glamour to be picked off him and lay things even barer.
"But if you wanted, I-"
Giles clears his throat rather than finish that thought. Please don't make him say it.
Or...
Maybe do.
Despite the soft words, his mind keeps circling back around, and Giles is keenly aware of all the ways his body can betray his thoughts. Heart, cheeks, eyes, he's just glad there isn't any loose glamour to be picked off him and lay things even barer.
"But if you wanted, I-"
Giles clears his throat rather than finish that thought. Please don't make him say it.
Or...
Maybe do.
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