Oswald cleared his throat loudly. Gazing at his own reflection for a moment. Adjusting the tie around his neck. Wanting. Needing to look absolutely perfect. This was an important decision and he wanted it to be perfect. Knowing he might only get one chance. Taking a step closer to the mirror, he smiled shyly.
Gaze dropping low to avoid eye contact. – “My darling.” – he began flashing his gaze back up to himself. – “Remind me again of how many years we are working together now?” – he asked himself. Imagining he was speaking to someone else. He flashed a teasing smile at the mirror. Letting his finger trail against the frame, mindlessly.
He chuckled softly, turning his head down. – “Yes, three glorious years now.” – he answered for himself. Oswald moved his cane to the other hand, leaning hard on it. – “You see I was wondering…” – he continued, fluttering his eyelashes at his own reflection.
His gaze shifting just a tat in the reflection. Noticing a spectator in the door opening. His smile faltering, his gaze going stern. – “What do you want?” – he snapped, turning sharply around. Victor snorted loud, removing himself from against the doorframe.
“Are you trying to flirt with yourself?” – he asked with a dashing smile. Knowing just how much he would taunt Oswald with it. As expected, Oswald groaned annoyed, making him even laugh even more.
“You don’t know anything!” – Oswald called out, looking ashamed away. Victor moved his hands up in defence. – “Should I give you some space with yourself?” – already backing back up. – “Leave the mirror untouched if you like or you can clean it yourself.”
It took Oswald but a few seconds to understand his joke. Scoffing loud. As if he was going to kiss his own reflection. – “I’m practicing.” – he let out to make a clearer understanding. – “Hey, whatever floats your boat.” – Victor answered with a cheeky smile.
Oswald scoffed again. – “For Y/n!” – calling your name out as he was getting annoyed with Victor. Victor furrowed his brows, brushing his fingers over his chin. – “I knew it.” – victor spoke, moving his finger up and down on him. – “You have that virgin kiss written all over you.” – he specified. Oswald’s mouth dropped in shock.
Moving his cane up, ready to hit Victor a few times with it. – “There is no shame in it.” – Victor said jumping back from his swinging cane. – “I’ve kissed before!” – Oswald shouted at him. Lowering his cane with exhaustion. Victor simply pulled his shoulders up, not entirely sure about it.
Oswald had enough, giving up. He stumbled towards the armchair. Letting himself fall into it. Sighing loud, resting his hand against his forehead. – “I want to commit my partnership with Y/n.” – trying to make it clear to Victor, he wasn’t doing some idle things.
“Oh…” – Victor responded. Oswald sighed again. – “I want to ask her to rule by my side. I… I was practicing…” – looking nervously away, to avoid Victor’s judgement. Victor hummed loud. – “In that case, it was terrible.” – he outed, making Oswald gawk at him. Annoyed, he looked away, fuming with irritation.
“You don’t know anything.” – mumbling under his breath. Victor pulled out his gun to check it for a moment. Breathing on it, then cleaning the top with his sleeve. – “You got it all wrong. You will get it all wrong if you go like that.” – Victor said casually. Dropping some advice for him.
Oswald scoffed, turning his posture more away. Not wanting to listen to another word of him. – “Y/n is straightforward. You should approach it straightforward. No idle dreading.” – he advised. Oswald laughed a bit. – “I’m not just going to ask her so bluntly.” – he answered. Victor pulling his shoulders up in response.
“Why not?” – asking a simple question. Oswald got up, laughing more. – “That is ridiculous. Woman like to be wooed.” – making his statement clear. Victor still wouldn’t give in. – “Well, not Y/n.” – Making it extra clear to him he was taking on the wrong approach. Oswald waved his hand away, not having ears for it. – “Suit yourself.” – Victor putted his gun back away.
“Don’t come crying when she rejects you… hard!” – with those final words, he took his leave. Oswald bit his nail nervously, feeling a bit frightened of his words. Wondering if he would have it at the right’s end. Groaning loud, he tossed all of Victor’s advice out of the window. Knowing his own way would be the right one.
Oswald’s gaze went down to his watch. Seeing the time made him widen his gaze briefly. Making him hurry up to get everything in order for your arrival. Waiting the last few minutes by the window. Swallowing nervously upon hearing your footsteps on the stairs. – “Oswald! Os! Are you in here?” – you called out, appearing into the room.
Oswald turned around, moving away from the window. – “What’s the urgency?” – asking as you watched him move away. Returning with shuffling feet and clearly hiding something behind his back. – “Os?” – you questioned. Surprised when he shoved a bouquet of flowers forwards. The gesture made you look uncomfortable away.
“What this?” – you wanted to know, curious about the sudden flowers. – “These are for you.” – Oswald spoke. You accepted them without further questions. – “Y/n… how… how many years are we working together now?” – he asked stumbling a bit nervously over his words.
“What does that have to do with anything?” – you responded loud. – “Indeed three…” – he answered, not listening. Eyes widening when he your response became clear to him.
He rubbed the back of his head nervously with a sheepish laugh. – “Well you see…” – he continued. Getting very nervous. “What are you talking about?” – you cut in, getting slightly impatient with his delaying. – “What’s with the flowers?” – giving them a good shake. – “Spill it out Oswald!” – you let out.
Oswald gulped loud, cursing at himself for throwing his own approach away. Taking a deep breath, he let his gaze settle on you. – “I want you to become my queen, to rule the underworld with me.” – he confessed. Waiting for your response with a frightened heart.
“Oh why didn’t you just say that! I would love to.” – answering, throwing your arms around him. Kissing his cheek, made him look sheepishly away. – “I thought you were having a stroke or something, good thing it wasn’t.” – you teased him, giving him a poke in the cheek. Oswald showed you a goofy smile. You kissed him again on his cheek, before kissing him on the lips. Sealing your promise to him.
