Charles had settled again, just leaning heavily against Edwin's side, eyes having dipped closed again, that previous distant whine having settled into something that was too rough to be a purr, but not enough of a threat to be a growl, but it was something content regardless, because for the first time since getting thrown back into this shape -and having those magically-repressed memories slammed back into a mind that wasn't really equipped to process them- nothing hurt. There was a dull ache, in places, but no pain, and the relief was enough to make him drowsy.
Though as Edwin tensed, his eyes slid open again, gaze shifting to the witches beyond the edge of the circle, the magic distorted them, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get through it, but if they were upsetting Edwin he'd figure out a way even if it hurt. Really it was only the fact that Edwin was right there, close and talking to them and not giving any indication that he actually needed to attack that kept him still and mostly relaxed.
It wasn't even a half hour later that the Night Nurse and a pair of attendants had arrived, and as they'd been appraised of the situation they all managed to keep surprise off their faces, and the Nurse herself was as brusque as ever, greeting Edwin with a short nod, "Agent Payne." Her gaze slid to the Hellhound once again sitting upright in the circle, because things had gotten interesting again after a short while of nothing much going on, "And I see Agent Rowland is feeling more himself again."
Charles knew that voice, and had the unexpected urge to sass her, but wasn't quite sure how at the moment, so instead he just cocked his head, looking for all the world like an inquisitive puppy, which shouldn't have worked for something as large and sharp-edged as he was.
The Night Nurse nodded once again, "Well, we shall be taking him back to the office." Charles knew her, and knew that even despite the faint memory that he'd attacked her once, knew that she didn't actually mean him any harm, but he still looked to Edwin for confirmation.
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Date: 2024-10-09 05:36 pm (UTC)Though as Edwin tensed, his eyes slid open again, gaze shifting to the witches beyond the edge of the circle, the magic distorted them, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get through it, but if they were upsetting Edwin he'd figure out a way even if it hurt. Really it was only the fact that Edwin was right there, close and talking to them and not giving any indication that he actually needed to attack that kept him still and mostly relaxed.
It wasn't even a half hour later that the Night Nurse and a pair of attendants had arrived, and as they'd been appraised of the situation they all managed to keep surprise off their faces, and the Nurse herself was as brusque as ever, greeting Edwin with a short nod, "Agent Payne." Her gaze slid to the Hellhound once again sitting upright in the circle, because things had gotten interesting again after a short while of nothing much going on, "And I see Agent Rowland is feeling more himself again."
Charles knew that voice, and had the unexpected urge to sass her, but wasn't quite sure how at the moment, so instead he just cocked his head, looking for all the world like an inquisitive puppy, which shouldn't have worked for something as large and sharp-edged as he was.
The Night Nurse nodded once again, "Well, we shall be taking him back to the office."
Charles knew her, and knew that even despite the faint memory that he'd attacked her once, knew that she didn't actually mean him any harm, but he still looked to Edwin for confirmation.