Oswin - Fog and Vertigo
Part 9! Oswin Greystone is a wizard, a con man, and, now, a warlock’s pet. He needs to find a way out of it.
tw: pet whump, tw: non-sexual nudity (he’s technically in his underwear), tw: abuse, tw: abuse by a representative of the law, tw: fantasy cops, tw: threats, tw: mental fog, tw: panic attacks, tw: dizziness, tw: vertigo, tw: vomit mention, kind of nothing happens, but kind of something does
There’s a masterpost now!
Taglist: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @starnight-whump
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Oswin could barely believe his luck as his master’s booted feet retreated down the stairs. His jaw still ached faintly from the captain’s tight grip on it and he could hear that voice telling him, low and growling, exactly what would happen to him if he made a noise this time. He’d started shaking and he knew he’d never stop if he couldn’t get the images his master had painted back out of his head.
He waited, keeping his ears open and focusing on what he could hear in the hope that it might drive the thoughts away and settle his racing heart.
The sounds were the same as yesterday, the low hum of men talking and laughing downstairs with no idea he was here. It was hard to imagine why his master thought they would care, given how little they’d seemed to care about him when he was in their dungeon instead of their attic, but that was another thought that didn’t help.
He focused on breathing. He’d been left collared, but with his mouth uncovered. That, at least, he could live with. For now, he could live with that, and for now he needed not to think about what it meant to be able to live with it. He could calm down. He would calm down.
When he felt confident that the man wouldn’t return any time soon, he rose hesitantly to his feet, biting back a curse as straightening his battered knees sent pain shooting through him.
He felt weak and wobbly, but standing at all had been beyond him not so long ago, so he let himself stand still and breathe and wait for the uncertainty to pass, holding his arms out for balance like a toddler. Gods, what was he? How had he been one thing three days ago and become another so fast?
Stumbling over to his master’s desk was more instinct than strategy. It was solid, heavy, and the right height to help him keep upright. Once he was there, though, there was plenty to catch his eye. He moved some papers off of a map of the city, labeled with a set of symbols he couldn’t make heads or tails out of.
Swaying on his feet, he started rifling through the papers instead, and then the drawers, hoping for anything that jumped out as useful. He could tell he wasn’t thinking straight, that the fear and pain were clouding over his mind, but he forced himself to focus. If nothing else, he would focus his eyes on the pages. If nothing else, he would read the words enough times to know what they were about, generally. If nothing else, he would decide if the things were useful.
It was all slow, too slow, painfully slow, and he couldn’t stand for that long, sinking into his master’s chair almost without noticing.
He barely heard his master’s feet on the steps before the man arrived, and even with the spike of terror that hit him, his mind was too slow to react, and he had time to fling himself from the chair and onto the floor, but not the time to fix the papers that scattered with him.
“Wizard,” his master barked, the anger in his voice making Oswin curl up into himself on the ground. “Were you going through my things?”
Oswin’s mouth went dry, and the fog in his brain rose up to silence him, his mind too muffled to answer.
As his master’s booted feet came closer, it was all he could do to stammer out the truth - “Yes!”
The feet stopped, and Oswin didn’t have the courage to look up.
“What did you say?” the man asked, an edge of danger in his voice.
“Yes, master,” Oswin said, his voice so soft it almost gave out.
“And did I give you permission to go through my things?”
“No, master.”
Blank. Empty. Howling. Why wasn’t his brain more useful? Why couldn’t he think? Oswin realized he was breathing fast, too fast, fast enough to make his empty, foggy head start spinning on its axis. He pressed his forehead to the floor, hard, in the hope that it might stop the spinning.
His master’s feet were moving again, but even if he’d been fast enough to think of running, he couldn’t have known which way was away. He gasped for air, losing himself to the way the world reeled around him.
The quiet thud of his master’s knees landing on the floor beside him made Oswin flinch away, even as he struggled to make sense of it. A huge hand wrapped around the back of his neck, squeezing in a vague threat he felt more than he understood.
He looked up into his master’s eyes, unable to keep his own locked into the cold brown ones that seemed to spin along with the rest of the world, dizzying and impossible.
All of a sudden, his master released the back of his neck and felt his forehead instead.
“You’re not feverish,” he said, “Pull yourself together.”
The shove that sent Oswin sprawling was almost gentle, compared to most of what had come before it, and Oswin laid his head back down on the floor, trying to find words around his panting breaths. “Th-thank you, master.”
“The next time you touch something that isn’t yours without permission, I’ll crush your fingers under my boot.”
Oswin nodded, the motion making the vertigo worse. His chest hurt. Had his master done something to make his chest hurt? But no, that was him. His lungs. His heart. He felt like he’d messed up a lightning spell, like the energy running though him was too much, too fast, too dangerous.
The toe of his master’s boot pushed his chin away from his chest, and Oswin forced himself to look up at the man again, even as everything in front of his eyes continued to whirl.
“If you can look at things for yourself, you can look at them for me. Stand up.”
No. No, that wasn’t possible. For a moment Oswin didn’t move, but then his master’s face shifted, darkening, and Oswin fought his way through the spinning of the world and figured out how to move.
The floor was definitely down. The floor was down. He rolled onto his hands an knees, which meant his hands and knees were down and his head and back were up. He felt his stomach twist, but the good thing about not having eaten since yesterday was that there was nothing in there to rebel against the pain that still spiked with every twist of his back or the spinning of the world.
When he leaned back, onto just his knees, the spinning got worse, and he had to close his eyes.
His master grunted, displeased. “I said stand, pet.”
Oswin couldn’t nod. Couldn’t speak. He knew which way was which, as long as he didn’t think too hard about the spinning, as long as he didn’t try to look. He struggled to his feet, swaying as soon as he was upright.
His knees didn’t feel any better this time, but what was more pressing was that he could feel the world swinging around him, even with his eyes closed. He half-crouched, trying to give himself a wider base to keep from falling over.
Then his master’s hand was on his chin again, pulling Oswin’s face to tilt up towards his own. “Open your eyes.”
Oswin did, looking straight into those cold eyes, and even as he continued to feel everything whirl, whirl, whirl without stopping, his master’s eyes stayed perfectly steady.
Oswin reached up and grabbed his master’s forearm, moving on instinct before he could think about what he was doing.
“P-please Sir,” No. Wrong. Oswin took in a deep, shuddering breath and tried again, “Please, Master, make it stop!”
His voice sounded afraid, even more than he expected. Even more than he felt, because even the fear seemed blurry beneath the vertigo, like that too was wheeling around him at top speed.
His master sighed. His brow softened, the anger fading. The Captain’s eyes were still cold, still mean, but he was less dangerous now, had to be less dangerous when he wasn’t angry. Oswin started tearing up, his legs still shaking and his grip on his master’s arm still desperate.
His master’s other hand cupped his cheek, moving his face more gently this time.
“Make what stop, wizard? What have you done to yourself?”
“The spinning, master,” Oswin answered quietly. “Everything is spinning.”
The Captain scoffed, letting go of Oswin’s face with a little shove that, disoriented as he was, meant Oswin could only stay upright by closing his eyes again and clinging more tightly to the man’s arm.
“Lie down,” his master said, sounding vaguely disgusted. “You’ll look at things for me later. Get some rest.” He muttered something under his breath that Oswin only half-heard. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
It was a relief to let go of his master’s arm, as much as it made him feel unmoored in the time it took him to get carefully from his feet to the ground.
Everything still spun, but the pressure of the ground against his side was reassuring, more reassuring than being balanced on his feet.
“I’m going to leave some bread,” his master sad, “Don’t eat it until the spinning stops. If you vomit, I’ll make you lick it up.”
Oswin couldn’t bear to think of either the promise or the threat. Instead, he focused on the darkness inside his eyelids and tried, again, to get ahold of himself. His master’s footsteps sounded impossibly regular, descending the stairs, but when they were gone the world seemed even more impossible, somehow.
Everything was still spinning when he fell asleep, too exhausted for even the sense that he was about to fall to keep his frazzled nerves from giving out.
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- this is partially bc of my belief that only scottish people should be allowed to play the doctor
- yay a dinosaur great start
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- MADAME VASTRA EVEN BETTER
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- oh he straight up killed that guy
- ooo he redecorated
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- oh shit officially not your boyfriend zoned
- i like the new fit
- nooo clara
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- bro ur always a hugging person be serious
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- accidentally deleted all my liveblogging but my main take away is that the dalek pov shots make me laugh
s8 ep3 robot of sherwood
- very excited for this nottingham representation, i was born there
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- another amazing fit from clara, im glad they’ve decided to go back to dressing the companions up for the past, i thought they’d given up on that after s1 ep3
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- this is a good point, nottingham is quite miserable
- the doctor is a real hater
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s7 ep13 nightmare in silver
- classic heads poking out the door one by one
- i’ve not seen classic who but that guy looks the amalgamation of all their doctors
- always the fucking cybermen
- hello warwick davis
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- uh oh cyberman
- uh oh cyberbugs
- uh oh the cyberman got the little kid
- no blowing up this planet is good advice tbh
- uh oh half cybermen.
- uh oh he got cybered
- they really need a new companion handbook so clara can get how serious cybermen are
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- oh no the most thing didn’t work
- porridge is the emperor?!
- i think i would have taken him on up on the marriage proposal
s7 ep14 the name of the doctor
- ayyy gallifrey
- oh the first doctor hello
- omg all the classic doctors
- impossible girl lets go
- MADAME VASTRA!!
- RIVER!! i’ve been wondering where she got to
- trenzalore sounds like an anti depressant
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the day of the doctor
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- tragic we didn’t get to see him looking awkward in the bow tie, that’s always my favourite part of each regeneration
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