The Cake.

Forgiven

With a slump, the disabled man collapsed at his desk. The Ed he once knew and loved so dearly was gone.. he felt a nagging voice at the back of his mind screaming. 'it's your fault.' 'you are weak!' 'he'll never love you.'
each word made a new tear slip down his husky cheeks until Oswald was a sobbing mess.

His shaking hands poured a rather large glass of wine. He swallowed it quickly. His body trembled as anger and sorrow filled his small soul. Suddenly he gripped the glass of wine and hurled it across the room. Smash. Glass lay across the floor with droplets of scarlet wine besides it.

His head thumped onto the desks side. he felt the tears pouring like a salty river down his cheeks and begin to form a puddle on the polished oak desk.

Click. The door was opened.

There stood none other than the great and powerful Edward Nygma. Edward fucking Nygma. The words in his mouth bought pain. He just wanted his old goofy man back..

Oswalds eyes glared and stared upon Eds body. Until he noticed the shape within Eds hands - Oswald studied it.

A cake.

"I'm sorry for how I acted Mr Cobblepot. I was out of order for doing and saying what I did to you-- forgive me?" The forced smile from earlier came back to Eds lips.

Oswald shuddered at that Smile.

"No. I don't think your apology was even meaningful. Thank you for the cake but you've truly broken a part of me and I don't believe this part shall be bought back so easily with just a simple 'Sorry.' I do not like when someone thinks they can lie to me or endure me.

So no, Mr Nygma. You are not forgiven. So, would you be so kind to see yourself out my office before I throw another glass of wine at that exact spot, thank you. good day."

He left. No words, no pleads. Just simple movement. Oswald knew it was the end. He knew what he'd sent Gabe to do was so wrong but he'd rather have this then her - then that thing - hurt Ed.

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It'd been Several days since the baking event had happened. They avoided each other as much as possible, speaking though other staff members with messages for the other. Oswald only left his office for work and food. He'd no clue where Ed was half the time.

One night Oswald found himself slowly slipping into a sleep upon the couch. A nearly empty bottle of whiskey at his feet, he found it hard to keep his eyes open. Everything was blurred. And so was the figure approaching.

Oswald didn't care. So he let himself slip into a sleeping state and let whatever happen, happen. He felt something engulf him. His eyes twinkled open as he saw this blurred figure pull a blanket upon the smaller man. His hands gripped onto the strangers wrist tightly, holding him there. No words were exchanged.

Than the blurryness left and he soon realised it was Ed. He'd been the one to care for him in his drunken state. Oswald pulled him onto the couch in a very aggressive manner but the taller man complied and sat besides Oswald.

The Penguine's head was laid slowly in Eds boney lap. He'd use him as a pillow. The blanket pulled up into himself as he fell back into his sleep after his cheek was laid upon Edwards trousers.

Suddenlt he felt it. A hand rested upon his head. Stroking his pitch black hair..

"I forgive you." Cobblepot muttered out. Maybe because of Drunkenness or just a simple fact he was so fed up of Edward avoiding him. So tired of being.. alone.

He misses Ed. He loved Ed. and that was all he knew.