~Lorelin~

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Niko: yes?

Crystal: I need you to send Charles some gay manga your gayest-ass yaoi. he needs it. Immediately

Niko: I have a reading list prepared for him obviously but why is it urgent?

Crystal: I just got to the office and Edwin was fucking spinning him around in the air while he giggled and obviously I was like what the fuck Nd they were just like “why are you acting weird this is normal boy guy behavior” “So you’ve done this… before??” “Of course Crystal this is perfectly normal boring guy boy man bro activities” no the fuck it ISN’t So I need you to educate Charles

Niko: …I don’t know, I’m trying to work on the match-making thing. There Is A Platonic Explanation For This and sometimes people know themselves better than I do And

Crystal: Charles’s fucking foot popped up when Edwin put him down. While giggling His foot Fucking Popped Niko

My God.. the tears in Edwin's smile here .. GEORGE REXSTREW how many time u need to kill me.😭

I have always treasured this moment, right after Charles was telling Edwin about kissing Crystal. I love how open Charles was.. he knows Edwin should know..and he's happy and wants to tell him.. and knows (to a point) its a sensitive thing.. and ensures him he's ALWAYS gonna be his best mate.

The subtle tears Edwin has here just convey so much, he is happy for Charles, yet devastated for reasons he may not fully understand yet. Charles doesn't know yet either... maybe he didn't catch the tears.

Charles almost dropped his bouncy ball and spent a few seconds fumbling to catch it, then frowned back up at Edwin. “See what?”

“Can everyone see what I am? Monty knew to approach me, or at least Esther did; the Cat King evidently saw it written all over me; and all the boys at school could see it so clearly they killed me for it. Is it really that obvious, to everyone? Did I only not know because I can’t see myself? Did you know, the moment you saw me?”

“Oh,” Charles said, and sat heavily down on the sofa.

Edwin didn’t go on, just stared at the lamp waiting for Charles to answer.

“I’m not really sure how to answer that,” Charles said.

“Well. I suppose that is an answer.”

“No,” Charles said hastily. “I mean - I mean, you are - you are kinda swish, yaknow? Elegant. And - I mean, I did notice that, I guess, but - but all sorts of guys can be graceful, yeah? Doesn’t have to mean - I mean I guess it did, for you, but I just… I just sorta figured that was just you, I guess. Thought it was you being old, at first, maybe, and then when we met other ghosts your age I just, yeah. I decided it was just you being you and you clearly didn’t want me to look any further, so I didn’t.”

“You did know, then,” Edwin said quietly. “Or did see it, at least.” He paused. “Did you not mind?”

“No!” Charles half-yelled it, because he couldn’t let that stand for even a second. “I mean, the first thing I saw was that you were gentle with me, and that was - it’s not exactly like I was gonna complain.”

Edwin’s head tilted to the side.

Charles shrugged. “I guess I’d had enough of rough boys for a while.”

Raised eyebrows. “I am hardly easy to get along with.”

Charles grinned. “You’re funny. And clever. Which is different, from the boys I grew up with, and from my dad, and - if you wanna be funny and sharp when you’re mad, instead of hitting people, that’s fine by me, mate. I wasn’t gonna complain.”

Charles took a deep breath, put his ball in his pocket, and stood to put his hands on Edwin’s shoulders. Edwin looked up at him, from his chair at the desk, eyes soft and beautiful, but with that glittering sharpness deep down inside that never left.

“Look, mate. Are you different from other boys - maybe, yeah. But other boys killed the both of us. So I’m kinda thinking that’s not a bad thing. And maybe it’s just good that we got to stick around until now, when you can be how you are, and I can - I can love you for it. And neither of us can get killed for it this time. And if other people see that, and they have a problem with it, they’re the assholes, yeah? They’re the ones with the problem. They always were. Not us. Not you.”

He lifted a hand to Edwin’s cheek, and Edwin leaned into it.

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Relationships: Edwin/Charles; minor Crystal/Niko; past Edwin/Simon

Rating: M

Warnings: major character injury; past unhealthy relationships (not between Payneland); miscommunication

Summary: Three years after the fight that ended their friendship, Charles gets a call that Edwin has been hit by a car and is in the hospital with a badly broken leg and a concussion. With no one else to take care of Edwin during his recovery, Charles has no choice but to step up. In the days that follow, old feelings come bubbling to the surface, and it turns out neither of them are as ready to let go as they thought.

***

When the shrill ring of his phone cuts through his flat, Charles is still half-asleep, lazing in bed with his face buried in his pillow. He snuggles deeper under the covers, waiting for the ringing to stop, because he can’t think of a single person who should be calling him right now. Crystal and Niko know not to call him before noon in the mornings after he works late at the pub. He just talked to his mum the other day, and she usually calls at night, well after his dad is in bed. It’s probably someone trying to sell him something or a wrong number, and Charles isn’t getting out of bed for that. The phone stops ringing and Charles enjoys a moment of quiet before the answering machine kicks on.

“Hello,” a woman’s crisp voice says. “My name is Vera and I’m calling from St. Vincent’s Hospital—”

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“You don’t want to go in there,” Crystal said, not bothering to open her eyes. Crystal was starting to get more open about how much she picked up psychically, hiding it less. Niko was proud of her, and tried not to be nervous about it, because if people like Charles and Edwin could be fine about someone constantly feeling at their emotions then Niko definitely could too.

Crystal picked her head up from where it was thunked back against the wall, to look at Niko. “Edwin’s having a crash-out, Charles is dealing with it.” She looked sideways at the door. “Thank god for all the wards and shit or you’d be hearing a lot of yelling.”

Niko nodded and slid down the wall to sit next to Crystal. Edwin’s “crash-outs” - as Crystal had started calling them, and even though Charles had already had a name for them, Crystal’s word stuck - weren’t all that common, maybe once a month if that, but enough for even Niko, fairly freshly back from Elsewhere, to have a pretty good idea of the shape of it. According to Charles, they were a lot rarer before, well, everything, at least for the last couple decades. But Niko thought it was pretty fair for… everything… to leave you wound up for a while, and for a while to be years, if you were immortal. Or undead.

“What’s it about?”

“He bolted when we were fighting the Greenwitch last night. I think she reminded him of Esther and Hell at the same time and he freaked. I’m fine, and Charles is fine, and we beat her, but, whatever, he’s pissed at himself about it. Last thing I heard before Charles shoved me out the door was him calling himself ‘a fucking coward'. There was something about why we put our safety in his hands when he’s broken, or something. You know. Bullshit.”

Niko nodded again, sagely. “Crash-outs usually are. But they let you see where the truth is, sometimes.”

Crystal grunted. “For example, Edwin definitely hates himself even more than he hates me. No idea how I didn’t see that a lot earlier.”

Niko reached out and poked Crystal with a lavender-painted nail. “You know he doesn’t hate you.”

“Sure.” A bit of a yell managed to get past the muting built into the office’s wards, which was impressive. Edwin must be putting a bit of magic into it as well as volume. Crystal raised an eyebrow at the closed door. “Thank fuck for Charles’s eardrums being dead. No idea how a guy that tall can get that shrill.”

Niko shrugged. She wriggled her shoulders against the wall to get comfortable; it was pretty clear she and Crystal would be waiting for a while. It’d be fine, though. Edwin always calmed down in the end, and Charles would take care of him when he did. She pulled a deck of cards out of her pocket.

“Gin Rummy?”