SPOILERS ABOUND FOR PANDORA HEARTS R67+. Proceed at your peril.
independent RP blog for Glen Baskerville, or one of them, anyway. maintained by cruxe.
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(( First off, I’d just like to establish that anyone responding to this can call the guy Revis, Levi, Revy, Levy, or whatever else they please. Don’t feel the need to conform to my personal preferences if you have preferences of your own. I’ll still know the character you’re referring to. Just, uh, considering the point in canon I’m playing him in this post, calling him “Glen” would be anachronistic, so don’t do that. Unless you’re Oswald. But even then, that’s. Okay, yeah, nevermind.
(( Yeah. Okay. We good? Good. Also, the following contains obvious headcanon. Deal. ))
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After relinquishing his status to Oswald, Levy came and went. As comforting as the expansive corridors of the Baskerville estate could be, an ex-Glen haunting the grounds was…well, something about it seemed unright. His power limited and his body deteriorating, Levy really was beginning to feel like something of a ghost, some lonely specter keeping watch over the world he’d altered past the point of no return. In fact, knowing all that he’d done to change the course of the Baskervilles’ future, Levy felt even less welcome in their midst; yet, there he was, tarrying in the room that had once been his study, glancing over a shelf of books, less than half of which he recognized.
It hadn’t been long since Oswald’s promotion, and already the man had been making himself quite at home, it seemed. Of course, Levy was quite sure the new Glen seldom left the home he’d made, knowing how sullen he could be. He could hardly blame the man, really, given the circumstances. Not that he’d be the first to offer Oswald any comfort. No, that wasn’t his place.
Deciding he may as well take a seat for the time being (and sheesh, why did being half-dead have to be such a pain?), Levy lowered himself carefully into the chair at the desk that used to be his, lifting one unfamiliar book out of its row to browse it lazily. He should leave soon, yes, but taking a quick rest first would be very nice.
(( Just updated my theme to reflect Levy’s canon colorscheme. Hooray for snow! ))
Oswald tried to pull away from the two that were keeping him in that uncomfortable position.
“Tch…”
He shivered, his back arching away from his master, as his lower half became bare to them and he grit his teeth, trying to squirm away as Jack’s hands explored his lower regions. He also tried to turn away from Revis, thinking his face was too close to his own for comfort.
“You two are having too much fun with this..” he growled, beginning to get annoyed.
“Aww, is my Oswald losing interest?” With a condescending little pat on the head, Glen shifted his servant’s form deeper into his lap. “What a shame. We haven’t even gotten to the good parts yet.”
“Oh, is that so, Ossy~?” Jack purred softly, fingertips brushing lightly up his thigh.
“You’ll have to convince me, because I’m a little skeptical about that.”
“Oh yes, please do.” Glen smiled innocently, oh-so-subtly grinding up against his servant from behind. “Entertain us, won’t you~?”
“Tch…”
Oswald lowered his head, his eyes shutting tightly as he tried to get used to the weird sensation building in his lower regions.
“I don’t have to prove anything to either of you..”
“Maybe so, but I’d still like to get more out of you than these little tsks and grunts. Kind of disappointing, you know?” Glen laughed softly into the corner of Oswald’s jaw, kissed and sucked at a spot right below it. His hands meanwhile toyed with the front of Oswald’s trousers, pulling them open without even needing to look down. “Jack, would you be so kind?”
“Nonsense.” The rising heat was getting to be uncomfortable, so Glen shrugged out of his shawl and mantle and let them fall to the floor by their seat. All the better to touch Oswald more, he supposed. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, as they say.” His hands again found his servant’s skin, the bandages slightly rough against the soft, untouched flesh of his abdomen.
Oswald’s body unconsciously jerked against the touches that were being pressed against him, his violet eyes almost glaring back and forth at his master and his best friend. “I assure you, I’m far from dull..” he mumbled, his cheeks dusting with a rose color.
“Oh, is that so, Ossy~?” Jack purred softly, fingertips brushing lightly up his thigh.
“You’ll have to convince me, because I’m a little skeptical about that.”
“Oh yes, please do.” Glen smiled innocently, oh-so-subtly grinding up against his servant from behind. “Entertain us, won’t you~?”
It was weird, being pulled into his master’s lap. Oswald almost felt like he was a child once again.. “Master, what-” The servant winced at the bite to his ear. “Tch… You’re both…having too much fun..” But even as he said this, he couldn’t deny it himself that he was also privately enjoying it, though it would start showing before long..
“Nonsense.” The rising heat was getting to be uncomfortable, so Glen shrugged out of his shawl and mantle and let them fall to the floor by their seat. All the better to touch Oswald more, he supposed. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, as they say.” His hands again found his servant’s skin, the bandages slightly rough against the soft, untouched flesh of his abdomen.
“Exactly.”
Peeling Oswald’s shirt the rest of the way open, Glen rested his chin on one pale shoulder and explored a bit lower with his hands. “Now just relax, hm~?”
“Hey, you better share, Glen.”
Reaching a hand up, Jack flicked his fingers sharply against the other man’s nose.
Glen flinched, his hands yielding. “Of course! I’m nothing if not generous.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but even so. “You’re free to take the bottom half all you like.”
Oswald’s skin felt very nice, yes, Glen concluded after trailing indulgent kisses down that long, smooth neck, fingertips playing across an equally-smooth collarbone. A shame they hadn’t tried this sooner, really.
“I’m glad you’re willing to share that much, Glen.”
Turning his gaze away once more, he returned that hand to massage at Oswald’s thigh. Sighing contently, he turned to nuzzle his neck, placing light kisses as well along the length of it on the other side.
“I’m really quite glad you decided to not say no, Ossy.”
Oswald gasped and lowered his head, his violet eyes closing tightly from being stripped and being touched in such ways.
“You both-…” he panted, unable to finish his sentence as he groaned softly, his hands searching for something- anything to grab onto.
“Hmm? Have something to say, Oswald?” Glen hummed thoughtfully, lightly pinching a bare nipple between his fingers. He shifted to guide Oswald into his lap, letting Jack take the front. The extra weight may have been a little much for his weakened body, but when was another chance like this one likely to arise?
