Tubbo had brown eyes.
They looked like dirt, was what Tommy said.
But he meant that as a compliment.
Because dirt is the source of food and life on every single smp.
They sparkled like topaz.
The stars could never parallel.
They looked sweet, the colour of coffee mixed with caramel.
The colour of leaves in autumn.
So Tommy asked he didn't hate his eyes.
And when Tubbo did, he remembered what Tommy said.
But then Tubbo sat there thinking.
His eyes were the colour of loneliness and sadness.
The colour of isolation.
They looked so dull, like the bench Tubbo was sitting on.
His eyes were the colour of dirt, where Tommy was now buried.
Where Tommy was rotting six feet under.
Where he would decay.
Where Tommy would be rotting.
Inspired by a ballad for brown eyes.
An au where Tommy was beaten to death in exile.
Where you can be saddened near Christmas
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Tommyinnit oneshots (mostly angst)
FanfictionJust some oneshots of tommy TW swearing, suicide, death, neglect, angst, swearing, abuse, abandonment, war, blood, gore, manipulation, running away, mentions of smut, child neglect, child abandonment, about like everything: i no longer lik...
