TordTom One shots

Corpse

(Its a little confusing at first but it will all make sense at the end)

Tords pov~~~

       The boy twirled in my arms, his black eyes seeming to sparkle. At least to me. Tom and I had been together since middle school, and always found a way to keep our relationship strong. Sure we had fights,  but we always talked about it and solved them eventually... even if it was after bottles of alcohol and lots of screaming.  I can still smell the alcohol on him,  though it had been days since his last drink.  

       At the moment he and I were dancing around the kitchen while waiting for dinner to cook.  He was a little flimsy and clumsy but he was trying to do the best he could.  The beeping of a timer startled me before I realized it was just the food.  I let go of tom, letting him sit up at the table while I dished us both up some of my stew. When I came back to the table he was all slumped over,  his head in his hands.  

      "Is something wrong my dear? " I ask,  placing the food in front of him.  He simply shook his head as he started eating.  Lately he didn't want to talk much. When he ate he was quite messy,  the broth dribbling down his chin. I grabbed a napkin to help him wipe it up then ran my fingers over his extremely pale skin.  He moved away a bit,  must have been shy or flustered.  I simply sighed and started eating my own food while he ate his.  

      No matter what he was doing he always seemed so perfect.  I loved him. I wanted to hold onto this forever.  Half way through my food I noticed him slumped over again.  I choked on my bite,  my eyes widening as I rushed to him,  pushing him up straight.  "Tom? Are you sure your ok?" I panic before calming down almost instantly.  "Are you ready for bed?  Maybe you just need sleep." I picked him up quite gently.  He was so fragile it felt like I might just accidentally snap him if I wasn't careful.  

     "I know you haven't felt very good the last few days,  I promise you will feel better soon though, " I reassure him as he nuzzled himself into my chest.  Once we reached our room I gently set him down,  kissing his cheek before grabbing him out some night clothes and helping him change before changing myself.  I fished getting ready for bed and so did he.  It wasn't long before we both half asleep. I kept him cradled in my arms close to my chest while my fingers stroked his hair.  

     "I know,  I thought you might like those pjamas," I respond to him, watching his smile from the faint light as he held onto my arm lovingly,  muttering random things.  Soon I could tell he was asleep,  though it was harder as he had gained a new habit of falling asleep with his eyes open.  I gently shut them for him before letting myself drift into a slumber. 

      My dreams that night were filled with loud sounds, gunshots,  and explosions. I was running through maze after maze of buildings, desperate to find tom, though every turn i took led to a dead end.  I couldn't see my lover anywhere.  A bar appeared out of no where.  It was much calmer here.  No gunshots or anything,  just glasses clinking, and there at the counter was my angel. My beautiful Thomas. I ran to him, though the second I managed to reach him he had gone limp, slumped over on himself. Puddles of alcohol surrounded him, growing larger and larger by the second, starting to flood the area.  The air was becoming harder and harder to breath. 

       Desperately I grabbed tom, trying to run out of the building with him,  but he had gone completely limp,  not moving at all.  His eyes were stuck wide open and he felt so cold.  

      I woke up in a sweat,  tears falling down my face and my breathing heavy.  I looked over at my lover who still layed right where he was. Tightly I hugged him,  not wanting to ever let go. 

3rd person~~~

      Tord spent the rest of the night like that,  not quite being able to sleep.  Toms body remained unchanged,  his muscles stiff and becoming unmoveable. His eyes had long since glazed over and no warmth was ever given off from him.  Tord refused to believe it.  He had blocked out all the memories.  His fight with Tom, the screaming and crying.  Tom had run out to a bar after.  He hadn't been seen the night after that.  The next morning however Tord received a call that completely broke him.  Alcohol poisoning was the culprit.  It was too much for the the blue boy,  his body couldn't take it.  

      Edd tried to hold a funeral,  but after he told Tord all it took was one loud bang and it was Edds funeral instead.  Tom wasn't dead.  Tord knew this.  He couldn't have anyone threatening his love. Tom was simply very sick.  He would be better soon.  Tord told himself this every day,  driven to madness by his doubt.  He blocked out any thought of Tom not being there,  living in his own pretend world. Living by the same routine every day, stuck in an infinite loop to block out his pain.

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Hey guys!  Thanks for reading this!  I wrote it at 1 in the morning so forgive the errors.  I hope you liked it!