Edwin watched as the golden threads helped at least a little about the torture device. He was holding Charles's head in two trembling hands, feeling like he had failed him. With a shaky breath, he leaned his forehead against the Hound's head. He could feel how warm he was... alive, in a way. Which was ironic, considering how much Charles wished to be alive.
"No, no, your owner is here," Edwin started, shaking his head a little, still leaning it against Charles's. "You are mine, you are my friend. You..." he swallowed thickly. "I love you, Charles. I will not let anybody take you. Not Death, not a witch from Hell."
"Does that mean you are ready to demand the Hound for yourself?" Lady Goode asked from where she was standing still outside the circle. "Ready to face the charges of theft?"
Edwin closed his eyes and nodded, not letting go of Charles.
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Date: 2024-10-08 10:37 pm (UTC)"No, no, your owner is here," Edwin started, shaking his head a little, still leaning it against Charles's. "You are mine, you are my friend. You..." he swallowed thickly. "I love you, Charles. I will not let anybody take you. Not Death, not a witch from Hell."
"Does that mean you are ready to demand the Hound for yourself?" Lady Goode asked from where she was standing still outside the circle. "Ready to face the charges of theft?"
Edwin closed his eyes and nodded, not letting go of Charles.
"I am," he said.