little love birds

  • Edward Nygma: me? In love with Oswald? No. That's absurd and completely ridiculous. What is there to love? Certainly not his dazzling green eyes that change hue depending on his mood, or his alabaster skin that feels smoother than any of his silken ties. I don't love his collection of freckles that paint the bridge of his nose and his cheekbones, nor do I care for his annoyingly attractive smirk. Nope. Nothing to love. Not a damn thing.