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Oswald’s penthouse on Monday mornings is Edward’s favorite place in the world.
He likes it there on other mornings too, but there’s something special about Mondays.
The city is quiet and the air is still. The early morning sunlight streams in through the large windows, and the club below them is empty and closed until Tuesday evening.
The city seems to pause and close its eyes, and take a breath before time truly starts again.
Neither of them have anywhere to go, anything to do, or anyone to be.
No one is heaping expectations on him, or doubting him, or yelling at him.
No one is misgendering him, or sneaking second glances, or staring at him outright as though they think that if they stare hard enough they can figure out what he is.
He is just Edward and Oswald is just Oswald.
And they’re together.
Together in these mornings, in these moments, in these lives they’ve made for themselves.
Together in this home.
Oswald plays music on his battered old record player and the sound fills the penthouse with warmth.
Edward ambles around the kitchen, still in his pajamas, head nodding absently to the music, as he makes breakfast.
Oswald makes coffee and passes a cup to Edward as he wraps his arms around Edward’s waist and they gently sway together to the music while Edward cooks.
If the weather is warm they will sip coffee on the balcony and divide up the newspaper as they watch the city wake up below them.
Even the rising sunlight looks better on mornings like these, strong and golden and hopeful.
And sometimes, when the morning is particularly good, Oswald will pull Edward up from the table and they will hold each other close and dance together to the crackling music.
Their steps are awkward, and they don’t quite know what they’re doing; they never had anyone to dance with before they met one another.
But Oswald will rest his head on Edward’s shoulder and Edward will trace patterns on Oswald’s back and they will both be completely content in each other’s arms.
They don’t know what will happen tomorrow, or the next day, but the sunlight catches them and they’re golden anyway.