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Edward Nygma ([personal profile] riddleman) wrote2016-10-27 11:00 am
beaky: (earnest smile oh yeah)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know the feeling. I don't like when we have secrets. I love you, Edward. Every part of you. We've seen each other at our worst. You've seen me lose my temper, you've seen me defeated, hurt, even tarred and feathers. If you can still love me after all of that, I can still love you no matter what too." Oswald smiled as he pulled himself playfully up onto the counter top, which took more effort than he was proud of, looking at the other and playfully prodding him with his foot. "I like knowing everything about. So please always tell me."

He slid along the counter top so he was closer, looking at the other fondly. "It's times like this, I miss my mother the most. I wish you could have had a chance to be loved by her as well. A good parental figure."
beaky: (call me crazy)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He kissed Edward back and playfully ran his fingers through the other's hair, messing it up a little so it was nice and ruffled. Edward tamed his hair ever so neatly and it always baffled Oswald. It looked so much nicer when he had ruffled bedhead, it was an adorable look. "I'm sure you're saving me from an awful meeting but if I did meet him, it'd be hard not to hurt him." No one hurt Edward and lived to tell the tale. "My dashing, handsome Edward. I do love you so."
beaky: (i take shit seriously)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Oswald just held Edward close and continued to stroke his hair, not in any hurry to eat. He was very happy to do this all night if Edward needed him too. They weren't big cuddlers a lot of the time but some nights, contact was needed. So was comfort. He pulled back a little and looked down at Edward. "Would you like me to serve? You should go sit down. You've done the cooking, I can do the rest."
beaky: (bar scenes aren't my scenes)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oswald helped him set everything up and they sat at the table closer than usual. Not either end of the table as Oswald often did it, no, he came to the side of Eddie so they could eat nice and close. And he could force him to play footsie with him under the table like the immature idiot he was. "You've really out-done yourself on this, Ed. As always. Who needs an Italian restaurant when I have you."
beaky: (sometimes it works)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's where you're going wrong. Never rush a kill unless you have to. My last kill dragged out a full hour, it felt wonderful." No one called him ugly words like 'fag' and lived to speak of it. They just had a great amount of suffering to endure before they bit the dust, just so they knew where they'd fucked up. "I'm glad you like cooking. I never really got into it myself but I liked the things my mother taught me to make when I was young. It was always fun."
beaky: (call me crazy)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do so well at wooing me, darling." With an amused laugh, he finished off the bite and licked his lips, leaning back in his seat and giving Edward the full tale of his last kill. The idiot who dared to call him a faggot, the way he trapped him, cornered him, got Zsasz in to assist as they slowly took the man apart piece by piece. It was painful, graphic and brutal. It was pretty much sexy talk for them. "He begged me for mercy at the start and by the end, he was begging me to kill him. Funny, isn't it?"
beaky: (all those feels)

[personal profile] beaky 2016-10-30 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have a few ideas." Oswald set his knife and fork down neatly before he slid his hand out onto Edward's thigh, trailing it upwards playfully. "You're mine tonight, dear Edward. I'm thinking bed. Maybe some rope and I'll fuck you until you're crying my name." That ought to take his mind of anything else bad that had happened to him. "We're going to make love." Not fuck, screw or bang. He wasn't giving in that easily.