Now with a bit more colour and bigger (/ovo)/
Oswald heard him chuckle. “Hey, Oswald,” his master, no, he couldn’t use that term anymore; Levi addressed Oswald again. He felt the weight on the bed shift more towards him. Oswald was trying to be more focused on his job, bandaging the hand of the other carefully, but surely; it was hard.
Everything had changed so fast; Lacie was gone and now him, his only rope to the past was slowly slipping away, like the bandages in his hand. The thumb of the other’s hand rubbed slightly his cheek. “I’m sorry, I mean Glen,” Levi corrected himself and Oswald, no, Glen knew. Glen knew by the light touches of the other on his face, the way the person he would call his parent figure, couldn’t even see a thing. There was no way he could control himself anymore. Out of sheer habit he tried to hide his face. Levi chuckled again.
“Hey Glen,” he started. “Your cheeks are wet.”
Vincent Baskerville, with my Chains of conviction, I pass judgement upon you, your sin…is that of being born with the eyes of a Child of Misfortune; which threatens the peace of the Abyss.
“Hey, who’s that chi- hey what are you doing?”