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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~"
"You don't need to do anything to keep me happy, Giles. Really- as I said, I'm perfectly contented with how things are."
You remember how Ossie's dumb as shit?
He's going to need to be clear.
You remember how Ossie's dumb as shit?
He's going to need to be clear.
Eyes closed, Giles takes a long centring breath before he locks his gaze firmly on Ossie
"If you wanted to indulge in such things I would..." He clears his throat again, and takes another breath "I would very much enjoy it."
"If you wanted to indulge in such things I would..." He clears his throat again, and takes another breath "I would very much enjoy it."
"...Oh!"
Well, that's a very different situation entirely. Of course his nerves bat about in his stomach like a great seething horde of butterflies with tiny knives strapped to their wings, but...
"You're sure?"
Well, that's a very different situation entirely. Of course his nerves bat about in his stomach like a great seething horde of butterflies with tiny knives strapped to their wings, but...
"You're sure?"
"Yes. Very."
If anything, Ossie's shift towards nerves makes Giles more confident.
"You know you're hardly the only one to come out the other side with desires shaped by the things done in Arcadia. I am a masochist, my love, though I have tried to hide it."
If anything, Ossie's shift towards nerves makes Giles more confident.
"You know you're hardly the only one to come out the other side with desires shaped by the things done in Arcadia. I am a masochist, my love, though I have tried to hide it."
Edited (didn't quite sit right) 2022-12-17 02:15 (UTC)
"Not overly well, I must say," Ossie gently teases back, not wanting to be outdone. A hand snakes up to cup the back of Giles' head, his immaculately maintained nails pressing gently into his scalp. In the earlier days of their relationship, he would've balked at the very idea of this. At hurting Giles purposefully. But he's learned the joy that can come from being the happy recipient- of allowing Giles to do things for him. This is... the same, in reverse, really. The prospect of seeing welts on Giles' skin...
"Carry your darling up to the bedroom?"
"Carry your darling up to the bedroom?"
Any response Giles might have to the teasing abandons him entirely with the press of nails, his mouth falling slightly open with the promise it brings.
The request is answered with a hungry kiss as he scoops Ossie up easily into his arms. He doesn't rush exactly, but there is a distinct urgency in his steps as he carries Oswald to the bedroom.
The request is answered with a hungry kiss as he scoops Ossie up easily into his arms. He doesn't rush exactly, but there is a distinct urgency in his steps as he carries Oswald to the bedroom.
Edited (eternally cursed with missing words) 2022-12-17 23:03 (UTC)
Ossie half-cackles, reaching his arms around either side of Giles' neck to help hold himself up.
"My handsome man- oh I bet that brilliant mind of yours is just racing with ideas, isn't it? My darling boy. If I bite your ear, do you think you'll make it up the stairs?"
"My handsome man- oh I bet that brilliant mind of yours is just racing with ideas, isn't it? My darling boy. If I bite your ear, do you think you'll make it up the stairs?"
Giles growls, eyes dark as he looks down at Ossie. He genuinely doesn't know the answer to that question, because, yes, his mind is racing and in the best way possible. Anticipation and the newly opened possiblities blending into a cocktail of pure need.
"Why don't you find out?"
"Why don't you find out?"
That's all the permission he needs; Ossie bites into Giles' earlobe like a starved man at a feast. Not hard enough to draw blood yet, he still needs to gauge Giles' limits, but by the Wyrd he's fantasized about this for so long that he can scarcely contain himself.
His breath catches, and Giles has to hold Ossie tighter to keep from dropping him. Everything focuses down onto that one point of pain, the tight, sharp pressure on his earlobe, and the rush it brings.
"Ossie," he groans, already breathless "please"
Turns out the answer is no, they're not going to make it up the stairs.
"Ossie," he groans, already breathless "please"
Turns out the answer is no, they're not going to make it up the stairs.
Edited (ik it's Many days later but I realised I forgot a bit) 2022-12-27 00:44 (UTC)
[ A small wooden box is left at the foot of Ossie’s door. It holds a selection of the most expensive colognes as could be sacked from the infinite Tommy Bahama, and a few from here, stuffed and padded with the faux flora of this wintry realm.
A note is left inside. It reads:
Merry Christmas Ossie!
I hope you enjoy! I had to fight the Bahamanal six times for this.
Phil ]
A note is left inside. It reads:
Merry Christmas Ossie!
I hope you enjoy! I had to fight the Bahamanal six times for this.
Phil ]
[ Ossie's squeal in delight is almost definitely audible from wherever Phil is, and he immediately bring it in his room to gush to Giles- how thoughtful it was, how they ought to have him over for tea some time. It goes down a treat. ]
Ossie if you have time I could use some assistance.
Dedue is interested in the
Drag ball
That has been advertised around the ship.
He asked if I would accompany him for moral support. Of course I agreed but I'm still unsure what exactly this event.
Is.
It sounds like it's far closer to your context than ours. Would you be willing to explain it to me?
Dedue is interested in the
Drag ball
That has been advertised around the ship.
He asked if I would accompany him for moral support. Of course I agreed but I'm still unsure what exactly this event.
Is.
It sounds like it's far closer to your context than ours. Would you be willing to explain it to me?
Edited 2023-02-07 07:54 (UTC)
Ah! How lovely! I can certainly oblige.
To put it simply, Drag is a performance of impersonating a gender in exaggeration, often accompanied by dance and song and theatre and comedy.
I intend on performing myself, in fact.
Does that all make sense?I think so.
A pause.
I apologize if the question is rude. Please believe that I ask, not out of judgment, but unfamiliarity.
Why?
A pause.
I apologize if the question is rude. Please believe that I ask, not out of judgment, but unfamiliarity.
Why?
Oh, any number of reasons, really.
Sometimes it's fun to pretend to be something you're not for a while. Sometimes it's fun to poke fun at certain expectations of manhood and womanhood. Sometimes it's really just laughing at yourself, wot?
We can get so caught up in the nonsense of being a man or a woman that sometimes we need a lass in an outrageous wig singing along to something silly to point out how absurd it all is.
All in good fun.Then it's a comic act?
I hadn't gotten that sense from Dedue.
He's worried he won't look good. He'll take it hard if he's laughed at, even if it's well-intentioned.
And the mere thought makes Dimitri's blood boil, so best to avoid that before it becomes an issue.
I hadn't gotten that sense from Dedue.
He's worried he won't look good. He'll take it hard if he's laughed at, even if it's well-intentioned.
And the mere thought makes Dimitri's blood boil, so best to avoid that before it becomes an issue.
Er, there are of course exceptions and other reasons to do it, it doesn't always have to be comedic, and I'm certain that our dear Dedue will look just lovely. Suggest something in a jewel tone for him, it'll bring out his complexion and suit the weather aboard the ship.Dimitri briefly considers what might flatter Dedue's complexion, a train of thought which screeches to a halt before it can begin. Obviously, the answer is "everything".
What is a jewel tone?
This conversation might be easier in person.
What is a jewel tone?
This conversation might be easier in person.
You know, I believe it might.
You know where to find me, dear fellow.Dimitri knocks at the cottage door a few minutes later. He shuffles on his feet, eyes darting. The only thing keeping his hands from fidgeting is the mid-sized box in his arms.
"H-hello," he says, chin tucked to his chest. "I'm sorry about this, I just -- I don't -- "
"H-hello," he says, chin tucked to his chest. "I'm sorry about this, I just -- I don't -- "
"Oh, don't be silly. It's always good to see you," Ossie offers the lad a gentle pat on the shoulder, gesturing for him to come and sit in the living room. There is, naturally, some sweets and a pot of tea already waiting.
"What's in the box? That is, if you don't mind me asking?"
"What's in the box? That is, if you don't mind me asking?"
Ossie is ... nice. Formal enough Dimitri doesn't feel self-conscious about his own mannerisms; friendly enough that he doesn't stiffen up about it. A comfortable -- a comforting presence. Even knowing Ossie has all the combat-readiness of a lace napkin, something about his company lets Dimitri forget, for a moment, to be afraid of attack.
'Safe'. That's the word. He feels safe.
"It's, ah ... " He's still embarrassed though. "A while back I got a shipment of clothing from Sundries. One of the outfits was a woman's dress, in the style of home. In. In my measurements." Now very, very pink, he clears his throat. "I'd wondered why, but I've long since stopped trying to guess why anything comes through Sundries ... and given the nature of the, the event, I thought it might be worth bringing over."
'Safe'. That's the word. He feels safe.
"It's, ah ... " He's still embarrassed though. "A while back I got a shipment of clothing from Sundries. One of the outfits was a woman's dress, in the style of home. In. In my measurements." Now very, very pink, he clears his throat. "I'd wondered why, but I've long since stopped trying to guess why anything comes through Sundries ... and given the nature of the, the event, I thought it might be worth bringing over."
Look.
Ossie's trying to be normal about this.
But the immediate look of delight that crosses his face is only barely wrangled into submission.
"And you were thinking of giving one a try, then? You could use any of the bedrooms upstairs if you wanted to get changed- my costume for later is a surprise, of course, or else I'd join you."
Radiating warm acceptance and non-judgement as much as he physically can.
Ossie's trying to be normal about this.
But the immediate look of delight that crosses his face is only barely wrangled into submission.
"And you were thinking of giving one a try, then? You could use any of the bedrooms upstairs if you wanted to get changed- my costume for later is a surprise, of course, or else I'd join you."
Radiating warm acceptance and non-judgement as much as he physically can.
The flash of delight softens the edge of Dimitri's nerves. Ossie wouldn't, but on some level he'd still expected ... he's not sure. A reminder, sharp or gentle, that this isn't for him -- that he's not allowed; that pretty, silly things are forbidden to him; that he's ever and always the guard dog at the door, and never one of the dancers inside.
He's not sure how to face the idea that he could be.
"Well -- if I'm to attend, I should get into the spirit of things, shouldn't I?" he says, now very red. He's not ready to go change immediately. He needs to work up to it. "Though I'm still not really sure I understand."
He sets the box down to pick up a jam biscuit, more to fidget than because he's actually hungry, and visibly starts when he reaches the jam center.
He's not sure how to face the idea that he could be.
"Well -- if I'm to attend, I should get into the spirit of things, shouldn't I?" he says, now very red. He's not ready to go change immediately. He needs to work up to it. "Though I'm still not really sure I understand."
He sets the box down to pick up a jam biscuit, more to fidget than because he's actually hungry, and visibly starts when he reaches the jam center.
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