My Guardian Angel (A TomTord Fanfic)

Chapter 6

   Tord flinched slightly and gripped Tom's hoodie sleeve as Paul cut into his burnt arm.
   "Sorry, bud." Paul apologized.
    "It's fine." Tord responded as the werewolf inspected his arm.
   "Damn... that's a deep burn... almost charcoal all the way through." Pat commented and looked at Tord. "I don't think we can save it...."
   "Eh, ok." Tord shrugged.
   "How are you so ok with this?!" Tom exclaimed at the eldritch. Tord shrugged again.
   "I've been through worse. This is nothing."
   "Would it still be nothing if we had to get it cut off?" Pat spoke up and Tord gulped softly.
   "Uh.... yes?"
   "I don't believe you." Paul chuckled softly. "But seriously, were probably gonna have to amputate this thing."
   Tord gulped again and wiped some sweat off of his brow. "A-alright..." he looked over to Tom nervously.
   "Ey, it's gonna be ok. I'll be by your side." Tom smiled at his friend, who smiled back and nodded softly.

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   "OW! OK, WHAT THE HELL!" Tord screamed in pain as Pat blew a few flames to singe the open flesh on his arm.
   "Calm the fuck down." Paul stated, wiping the blood off of his claws.
   "Fuck you!" Tord spat and Paul rolled his eyes.
   "All done! And calm the fuck down Tord." Pat stated and gave a half death glare to the eldritch, who stuck his tongue out at the dragon.
   "Thank you, though." Tord stated and looked at his two friends.
   "No problem." Paul and Pat said in unison and Tord looked at the cut off limb that used to be his arm.
   "Come on, Tord. Let's just go home." Tom stayed and Tors nodded, saying one last thanks to his friends, waving goodbye, and walking back home with Tom by his side.

As the sun set beneath the horizon, Tord sat on the chair in his living room, staring at the nub of his, once normal, arm.
"Aren't ya heading to bed?" A deep, familiar voice broke into his thoughts and Tord looked over to the angel who spoke the words.
"Nah. I'm not tired." Tord replied and Tom walked over to him.
"Doesn't look like it. You have bags under your eyes." Tom replied and put his hand under Tord's chin, pulling his face up this his. Tord blushed softly at the close contact as Tom stared at the black circles under his eyes. The eldritch pulled away from his grasp and stared out of the window.
"I'm fine. Leave me alone, Thomas."
"... ya, no. I'm not gonna." Tom sat down in the chair across from Tord. "Isn't there a way to grow your arm back?"
"I'm not a plant elemental, Tom. I can't just grow limbs back."
"Well.... you have that shadow magic casting those other arms, right? Maybe you could make one with that magic."
"It wouldn't be strong enough." Tord stated and Tom thought for a moment.
"Maybe combine it with the fire magic?"
"How the hell do I do that?"
"I'll show you." Tom got up and walked outside of the hut as the eldritch followed him.

"Just calm down and use both powers together. Make them into a moldable substance, and shape it like an arm."
"... if you say so." Tord stated and st down in the cool grass, relaxing and closing his eyes. He thought for a few moments and snapped softly with his left hand at the same time, imagining the shadow and fire magic combining. He made it look like a smokey, shadowy version of lava rock and shaped it in his mind to be like his old arm. He didn't open his eyes as he continued to imagine the lava arm, feeling a slight warmth take over his shoulder.

"Woah..." Tord chuckled once he heard Tom mumbled this and continued to try and mold his magic. After what felt like a year for Tord, he finally snapped open his eyes and looked over to his shoulder, gasping slightly. The shadowy lava arm was actually attached to his shoulder and glowed softly. He tried to move one of the fingers, to which is did move in the direction he wanted it to go in.

"Holy-"
"That's fucking amazing." Tom cut him off and clapped, crawling over to his friend. "Can I see if it's hot?"
"Go on ahead." Tord chuckled and Tom reached out to the lava object, placing his hand on Tord's hand.
"Wow... it's not burning. It's... nice. Like a warm campfire." Tom smiled up at Tord, who laughed and smiled back, blushing softly.
"Yeah... hey, thanks."
"For what?"
"For, well, teaching me that fire magic stuff. And helping me make this thing."
"Me? Pssh... nah. I didn't do anything." Tom crossed his arms playfully and Tord laughed.
"Alright... whatever you say." Tord suddenly yawned at the end of his sentence.
"Tired now?"
"Yeah. Lets head to bed." Tord got up off of the ground and walked back to his house, Tom following him close behind.