Tommy-Centric Stories and Writitings

It Runs in the Family || Techno/Tommy-Centric

Warnings:
None

Description:
Tommy sits alone on the roof, fingers drumming against his arms as he gripped the flesh tight in his hands. His head hurt and his body shook from the cold. But his head was in another plane, lost in thought and swarming voices.

"What are doing Tommy?"

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Tommy sat upon the cabin roof, the tile rigidly cold under his clothed fingertips. His eyes gravitating towards the star-strewn sky, misty and unfocused blue clashing against the darkened terrain. The stars were flickering gently against the matte blue, but Tommy was too far gone to even notice the beauty. Something else was pulling the cords behind his eyes and taking the front of his mind. A small, more like huge, nag in his head and twinge of annoyance.

He hardly even acknowledged the soft sound of heels on wood, transitioning to the clack against tile. He barely heard the short huff of movement and shifting of clothing as someone sat beside him. It wasn't obvious as to how far he was gone until the dull gray of his eyes growed to a soft blue, blinking away the murkiness that swam in his head. Tommy sighed and turned his head towards the newly approached with a tilt to his head.

Words were not spoken, the older wasn't known for being very versed with them, rather a blanket was draped over his shoulders with a cautious warning. "You're going to get sick."

Tommy huffed through his nose and pulled the soft fabric closer around his shoulders. He hadn't really noticed the biting chill til then, but now that his full attention was on it, it was near painful. The blond shivered and breathed hot air onto his cold fingers. It was only slightly better now.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Looking at the stars." Was his melancholy reply.

Techno sighed and shifted the cloak around his own shoulders. The winter was never very nice for the Nether-bound hybrid, but it did calm his violent tendencies. "You and I both know that isn't what's going on."

"What's going on then?" Tommy taunted.

The hybrid only spaced him an annoyed glance, crimson gaze piercing the boy. Tommy felt the hair on the back of his head spike with unease. He sifted a hand through the flop of his hair and tugged lightly, a headache very subtly growing in his temples. "I don't know Tech. I really don't know."

The quiet, soft tone of the teen's voice was off-putting to Techno, who was used to the quickly-angered, loud blond. He wasn't entirely complaining, however, just ever-so-slightly shocked. He wasn't really sure how to approach this situation. "I-uh. Tell me about it?" It came off as more of a question than a statement and made the older cringe.

A brief, curt laugh escaped the blond's mouth as he wiped away small beads of tears. "I'm scared."

What.

Tommyinnit is admitting how he feels?

"I keep- I'm so- These voices, Techno. They wont- It's so loud. They dont stop." The hands in his hair was frantic, voice teetering on the edge of tears "They either was me dead- or... they want others dead." Tommy's voice wavered and cracked as he spoke. "They want me to jump," he laughed dryly. "Do a flip."

Techno could feel his own pulse quicken in his ears, eating away at his senses and numbing his fingertips. He looked down at the kid before him who appeared smaller than before, arms wrapped around his knees and hands pulling at the blond strands of hair. Tommy was in shambles, tears falling from his wide, terrified eyes. Techno sifted a hand through his loosely braided hair, which was coming undone with the movement. "How long have you experienced them?"