technicallyhellbound | for @convincingsmile - Nobody's dying today (probably)

for @convincingsmile - Nobody's dying today (probably)

Edwin knew as soon as he fell through the mirror that something was wrong, and not just a little bit wrong, but the kind of wrong that made the whole world tilt on its axis a little.

It wasn't a misdirected portal, not like the case that had ultimately led them to Crystal, not like many other failures of concentration when traversing mirror portals before, it was something else, and he couldn't place what it was. All he knew was that he'd simply passed through the mirror in question and had landed, hard on the floor on the other side of the room, hard enough that he actually skidded a couple of feet and that couldn't be right because that actually hurt, and hurt in the way he hadn't felt in... well, decades.

It was enough to tumble him against the far wall just from his own momentum, impacting hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs, and that was definitely wrong, because he shouldn't have had breath or lungs. He could see, even through pain-hazed vision that the poltergeist he'd been baiting had, indeed, gotten caught in the trap he himself had leapt over when aiming for the mirror.

That was, however, the last thing he saw before the half-rotted-through loft floor gave way beneath his sudden and unexpected weight, sending him falling, flailing, scraped to ribbons on the broken slats, to the ground below, and he was reasonably sure he'd actually heard something snap on impact, ribs, if the sudden radiating pain was anything to go by, though his shoulder wasn't in good shape either, and that was an entirely different kind of pain, just layering on top of the feeling of the ragged scratches from the wood, and it occurred to him, dimly, that he'd forgotten how much he hated the feeling of blood on his skin.

It had been different in Hell, the pain, the sensations in general, all of it, it had been horrible, yes, but it was so much more visceral now, and even as his vision began to go hazy again, head swimming, his last thoughts were trying to remember how he'd somehow gotten separated from Charles, who had been barely a step behind him when he'd rounded the corner into the loft pursued by the poltergeist now trapped securely above him.

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Edwin shook his head, stretching out beside Charles, wriggling just a little to get comfortable even as he answered, "It's quite alright, Charles, I daresay I'm not exactly feeling up to it myself."

While he hadn't had as much to drink as Charles had, the near panic attack had definitely taken it out of him, and while he was feeling better having had time to recover, he still felt a little wrung out, not shaky exactly, but not far from it, either. He did prop himself up on an elbow so that he could press a kiss to Charles' temple, as that was what he could reach, "We've still got time, good night's sleep will do us both some good."

Come morning, Edwin was awake only slightly later than his usual time, and even then he was content, for the time being, to just lay there, stretched out alongside Charles, listening to his breathing.

"Mmm..." was Charles's only answer. Then he felt the mattress dip next to him as Edwin got in bed, and he felt a warmth in his chest. He once again forced his eyes open to look at his mate in the darkness. It was so dark... Charles was trying to make out Edwin's features, trying to see how he was doing. The night was fun, it was so fun, and yet, he felt like he let Edwin go... Charles remembered wanting to say something, or move his hand to touch Edwin, but the other's closeness and his warmth was so... calming. It felt so safe. So safe that it made Charles fall sleep in seconds.

Charles slept and slept, occasionally shaking awake by a nightmare he didn't remember just to fall back asleep immediately. He woke late into the morning, thankfully not due to a nightmare. But he was definitely confused for a second.

He thought he was home, at first. Then he thought he was in boarding school. Nothing made sense for a moment and Charles was about to panic. Then he saw Edwin next to him. Oh. Oh, right... Charles let out a sigh, his head resting on the pillow still. He was afraid if he moved his headache would split it apart. But he still smiled, reaching out to brush his fingers over Edwin's cheek.

"Mornin'." Bloody hell, his voice and throat was properly wrecked.

Edwin was easily stirred awake whenever Charles was, and just as briefly, each time once Charles slipped back to sleep so did Edwin.

He smiled at the fact that Charles was actually awake, tilting his head up into the touch, turning it to press a kiss to Charles' fingertips, just because he could, though his brow creased a little at the state of Charles' voice, "Alright then, Charles?" A crooked little tilt of a smile followed, "How's the head?" He was hopeful that he'd gotten enough water into Charles the night before to help with the worst of the headache, but he was also pretty sure he hadn't actually managed.

In deference to the fact that Charles probably had a headache -and the fact that they were still close together- he kept his voice low, "Should probably shower and dress before Crystal gets here with breakfast, if you're up to it."

Charles truly thought he was still dreaming as he watched Edwin kiss his fingers. He was laying so close and so alive, with his hair tousled, his eyes sleepy. He was warm and living and Charles could not love him more even if he wanted.

He barely listened to Edwin's words, or paid attention to anything else really as he gently pet his hair adoringly.

"Hmm?" Charles asked when he realized there was a question. "Yeah, I... think my head's gonna crack open soon," he laughed in suffering. He moved closer attempting to trap Edwin with him. Even if a shower sounded heavenly right now, there were still more important things to do: namely to cuddle Edwin properly.

"Yeah, just a tick..." Charles murmured.

He had tilted his head up into Charles' stroking fingers on reflex, eyes dipping partway closed because that felt lovely, as it always did, but somehow moreso for their current position, not something he'd be able to explain, but something he was going to enjoy nonetheless.

He gave a quiet, considering hum at Charles' answer, but nodded, just once, "I think we can spare one of those. Maybe even two." They definitely still had time before Crystal was set to arrive with whatever it was she considered a 'proper hangover breakfast' and Edwin hadn't thought to ask the night before, and the truth of it was, Edwin wanted to stay there and bask in the attention and in Charles' presence just for a while longer.

Gathering Edwin in his arms, and just feeling his weight and warmth was more than Charles could ever ask for. So this was how it felt to hold Edwin who was alive. It was how it felt to be with him with an actual body, with a beating heart... and a horrible headache. Charles pressed his lips together because he won't let a headache take away this moment from him.

"You look cute like this," Charles said in a hoarse voice, his fingers playing with Edwin's fluffy curls. "You looked proper fit last night too," he added in a chuckle but groaned when it made his headache worse. Then he just held him, enjoying the quiet, the warmth, and Edwin's scent. Charles found he could fall asleep again like this, even with the headache. He could fall asleep like this for the rest of eternity...

In deference to Charles' headache Edwin continued to keep his voice low, but he couldn't help but smile at the praise, "I'm afraid you're terribly biased, Charles." A twitch of a smile, mostly trying to keep it from becoming an out and out grin, "But I'll accept it all the same, it isn't as if anyone else is going to call it out."

He settled just as easily as Charles did, hesitating only briefly before leaning in to press a kiss to Charles' temple, settling back again, just studying his face. It was the same as it had ever been, the same as he'd always known it, but there was still something more to it now that he couldn't place.

"Even if I am, you're still a prize, Edwin," Charles mumbled, his eyes closed. "'M so lucky I could be the one telling you." And he was serious. He knew how amazing Edwin was, and others knew it well, too. And with all that, Edwin chose his stupid ass to confess to.

Charles's arm tightened around Edwin, pulling him even closer.

"Did you have fun last night?" He tried to remember what exactly happened, but all he gathered was that he was dancing and singing and making friends... Did he check up on Edwin at all...?

He nodded at the question, smiling as Charles drew him in closer, "I did. While it did get to be too much for me at one point I simply went outside." It hadn't really been 'simply', but there was no point in souring Charles' memory of the night,

A soft hum followed, nudging his brow against Charles' gently, "And one of your new friends gave me some earplugs after that and the rest of the night was much more tolerable." His brow creased a little, drawing back just far enough to see Charles' face, "Did you know they made those, now? They're just soft foam, I probably still have them in my pocket from last night."

Oh right, Charles remembered catching Edwin and Crystal outside once. It was still blurry though. But he smiled a little, but it turned into a wince as his headache was acting up.

"I thought those were only for sleeping," he chuckled. "I should've thought about it..." he mused. He sighed then, frowning as his headache drilled a hole deeper into his temples. "We met with people Edwin, good guys," he whispered. "I could feel the music in my chest."

He reached up to run his fingers through Charles' hair, scratching delicately at his scalp as if that might help alleviate some of the headache, "It's quite alright, apparently most people don't think of it, and you'd have had no reason to."

He smiled, dipping in to press a quick kiss to the tip of Charles' nose, because it was right there and he could, "Can't expect you to think of everything all the time."

"'M just trying to be better, trying to be like you," Charles whispered, his eyes closing again. But before Edwin could move away he leans in too; he pressed a kiss to his lips. Oh, no matter how many times he does, it's always a thrill to feel Edwin's warm, living lips against his. Charles shivers, feeling a few things. He could... maybe he could make Edwin happy. How much time do they have? Maybe of they would be quick... "Ow," Charles groans when his headache just gets rid of all those thoughts for him.

"Should we get ready? Crystal's gonna be here soon, yeah?" Charles muttered, holding onto Edwin tighter, fighting the nasty headache that was threatening to get worse and worse. Ugh, he needed some water, and an aspirin. And the greasiest burger...

He'd been about to teasingly remind Charles that Edwin himself wasn't the all-knowing expert of all things, but then Charles was kissing him and it was easier to just reply in kind, fingers sliding down to the nape of Charles' neck, kneading there.

He hummed at the question, reaching for their phone to check the time, "Soon enough, but we should still have time to shower and dress before she arrives. Think we should get you a paracetamol first, though, one should be alright on an empty stomach, another once you've eaten if you still need it."

Edwin's touch was warm and cold at the same time. Charles let out a relieved sigh, but the moment was only temporary.

"Right, good plan, good plan," he winced when the headache turned into a violent icepick trying to mine all his remaining brain matter through his temples.

Charles took the paracetamol because he would rather risk a stomach ache than this headache. And by the time Crystal got there, he was showered and slightly less miserable. Though not enough for Crystal not to pick up on it and roast the everloving hell out of him for it. As he deserved. But in exchange, she was true to her word for bringing the best breakfast sandwich he could ever wish for, with a sports drink to prepare them for Edwin's day of outing. And when Charles realized that he was terribly hungover on the day Edwin was supposed to have his fun, he felt completely crushed... Though he hoped he could still salvage the day somehow and make sure Edwin had just as much fun as he did yesterday.

Crystal was just as surprised as Charles had been the first time when Edwin sprinkled two of the hot sauce packets that had been included with breakfast over the potato-and-egg hash she'd brought for him, while Edwin, for his part, was still touched that she remembered about his distaste for meat.

He just shrugged when she questioned why he wasn't hungover, "I am, just not as severely. I didn't have as much to drink for one thing, but also just tolerance I suppose. Apparently allowing children a little bit of gin punch for the holidays isn't the done thing anymore." A twitch of a smile, "Not to mention, our cold medication had both cannabis and cocaine most of the time."

He considered as he continued with his breakfast, "I think the self-guided tour of the botanical gardens would likely be best for us, given the current state of affairs." Mostly that even though he liked listening to people who knew what they were talking about, he wasn't sure he would be able to keep from making corrections, that and listening to someone else talk definitely wouldn't help anyone's headache at the moment.

Right, Charles knew Edwin had alcohol from a young age, and his cough syrup was something that was so illegal today, but very fun. And yet he didn't expect him to handle his drink so well. He drank last night, right? Bloody hell.

But, on the other hand, it was great to think that he was getting to know a side of Edwin he wouldn't otherwise. Not a new Edwin, but an alive Edwin... Though, Charles tried not to think about that fact too much.

"Mm, mo, mate-" Charles snapped, with his mouth stuffed with his eggs and bacon sandwich. Then he struggled to swallow it before he continued. "No, no, we can get a guide, yeah? It's something you wanted, maybe they gonna tell something you don't know, or, or, or you can correct them on something. Wouldn't you like that, yeah? Don't hold back because... because of current state of affairs." Charles just couldn't say 'because of me' out loud.

He smiled, reaching over to give Charles' hand a squeeze, "It's for my own sake as well, I don't trust myself not to correct someone with inaccurate information." A little shake of his head and a half-circular gesture with his fork, "General knowledge has advanced more than I realize, sometimes."

His brow creased, considering, just making a thoughtful sound, "I suppose we can decide when we get there, if there's a guided tour that's predominantly younger children I think I'd be more inclined to ask questions instead of stating facts that may no longer be true."

"Right, but then you'd learn in a fun way," Charles sighed, squeezing his hand back. "What, you wanna learn together with a bunch of little kids? That'd be cute. You'd be like their older brother or something," he chuckled, exchanging a look with Crystal. "So yeah, do as you want mate, I'll be there no matter what or how you wanna do it."

Though the thought of little children usually delighted him, now with the headache still lingering on the edge of his consciousness, he wasn't sure he had the patience for them... But it would be so fun. Children knew how to have fun!

"And for what it's worth I'd much rather be corrected by a six year old than a grown adult." He added with a shrug before returning to his breakfast.

Crystal had been puzzled by this turn of opinion, at least until that particular statement, which put it all into perspective and she nodded, "Kids that age like being smarter than anybody older than they are, but they won't be dicks about it. Most of the time."

"Precisely so." Edwin agreed with a nod, honestly glad that she understood what he was getting at, "So we'll take the more direct route to get there, see what the makeup of the upcoming guided tours is, possibly join one of those, or take the self-guided if not, stay for the bird educational segment, then take the long way back so we can stop for ice cream."

"Sounds like a plan," Charles grinned, risking another bigger bite from his food. He devoured it in two more bites, thanking Crystal over and over again. At least his stomach was getting better but he still felt sick and weak as they took off. He could have stayed in bed all day, but that wasn't an option. The living didn't know how good they had it... Though, ghosts never experience hangover due to them being... dead, so, fair exchange?

Either way, the beginning of the trip was like stepping out to World War 3, like all the light, the sounds, the... everything was almost too much. Everything Charles loved about being alive was now either annoyed him or made him sick.

But they made it, and the fresh air did help, but he would have died again without coffee.

Edwin, for his part, was thankful for sunglasses, mostly because he'd very nearly forgotten just how bright the daytime world usually was. Certainly they'd been out in it before, but it was different as a ghost, less distracting.

There wasn't a school group, it was too early in the day for that, apparently, but there was a local senior citizens begonia fanciers group, and as far as Edwin was concerned that was just as good because one thing he knew was that the two groups of people who were the most delightfully opinionated were young children and the elderly, something that was only reinforced when one of the ladies -wearing a frankly ridiculously oversized straw hat- gave the three of them a knowing wink and an approving nod and Edwin couldn't even be sure what it was she thought she was seeing, but not about to argue it, either, keeping his hold of Charles' hand

Crystal also noticed, giving the woman a brilliant smile as she looped her arm a little more securely through Charles', keeping him sandwiched between herself and Edwin.

Charles was honestly a little out of it by the time they got there. He was holding onto Edwin's hand for dear life. He only noticed something was about when Crystal also linked her arm with his tighter. Charles looked around, spotting the look on the woman too. He would lie if he said a cold dread didn't run down his spine, but it passed a moment later. There was no judgement but more amusement in her look. So it relaxed Charles a bit.

"Everything good, mate?" Charles checked in. Though it was probably for himself too. He knows he kissed Edwin at the concert too, and definitely showed others that they were together. But that was a safer place for it...

Once Edwin had realized that her look was some sort of wry approval he'd relaxed as well, just nodding at Charles' question, "Yes, quite." There was no hesitation in using his free hand to brush Charles' hair away from his brow with his fingertips, testing his temperature as he did, "And you? If you need to sit down for a moment we certainly can."

Crystal found that she was actually enjoying the tour guide, which she hadn't expected, "And you and I can find somewhere in the shade to sit and watch while Edwin gets used as a parakeet perch." A little shrug, "Unless you were into that, too."

Charles closed his eyes as he felt the cool touch of Edwin's fingers on his forehead. He stifled a groan, leaning into the touch, seeking more. Oh he could get used to this...

"I'll be fine, yeah?" he smiled, squeezing Edwin's hand in return.

Then he gave another pained groan.

"I wanna be a parakeet perch too..." he sighed. He definitely was suffering but these were parakeets! When could he feel little birdie feet on his shoulders if not now?

"Sure, then I'll sit it out and take pictures." Crystal replied, amused.

Edwin just nodded, giving Charles' hand another squeeze, "We'll have a sit down in the shade before then, though, wouldn't do to have you feeling woozy while covered in birds." It was only as the tour continued that he started to notice some interesting dynamics in the rest of the group, but it wasn't anything he could fully focus on while also paying attention to the guide.

He was amused by the packet of wildflower seeds they were each given for completing the tour, just tucking it away in a pocket before steering Charles gently towards a bench in the shade, "We've a few minutes until the next bird encounter, and it's only across the way." A nod towards the small stage with permanent perches installed on it.

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