#charles staring at edwin's slutty little waist

[williamvapespeare]

“Hey. I’ve been to literal hell for you, mate. I’m sure we can survive a ball together. And even if it’s the most bloody awful thing we’ve ever done,” which Charles doubts, given the choice of awful things they get up to in their line of work. Hell, for a start. “I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone but you. But if you really don’t want to, we can ask if Crystal -” “No! There is no need for that, besides it is an afterlife ball, she wouldn’t be allowed in." Edwin takes a breath. He straightens his tie, taps one finger a bit nervously to the invitation. When he speaks again, his voice has softened, “Thank you, anyway. I hope it goes without saying that I feel the same way.” In which the boys are thrown into a nice, simple case ft. the upper crust of spectral society, a cursed chandelier, and the opinionated ghost of a WWI officer. For @dbdpromptober day 12: 8 ball.

This is another collaboration with my amazing friend Tash who drew THE OUTFITS and THE DANCING .