it was midnight. around 11pm as a matter of fact. tom had shot tord multiple texts about the fact that he wasn't going to be able to come to tord's house during the day. he got caught up in other things. things like daydreaming and sleeping all day.
however, even if tom couldn't sit next to tord while the sun was still up, this wouldn't stop him from coming over whilst the moon sat amongst the stars in the hues of a blue night's sky. turning the doorknob to tord's bedroom, tom opened it as quietly as he could, as to not disturb the boy who was definitely up, reading. at this point tom was under the belief tord was replacing food with books; skipping meals to read for that extended period of time.
as much as it was interesting, it wasn't healthy.
entering the room and closing the door behind him, tom took a breath in to ease some of the stress welling in his mind. he remembered what happened yesterday. he was still confused about it, but he tried to push it out of his head. act like it never happened. tom hoped tord was going to do the same.
"you really show up at my house at 11?"
tom didn't want to admit he wholeheartedly loved hearing tord's voice in such a soft manner. before he even replied to tord, he examined the room. lightly, a vinyl was spinning on a record player. wistfully, the scent of burning wax was permeating through the area. brightly, the fairy lights were plugged in and offering enough light over tord so he could actually read at the time which it was.
"i couldn't leave you alone for a whole day, could i?"
walking over to tord's bed and slowly sitting on it, tom met eyes with tord in the low light. the black eyed boy could see the bright smile that tord had. he was thankful for that. too thankful.
"i'm happy you're here tom. i got worried waiting."
watching tord rub his eyes, the look in his irises stuck around in tom's mind for a fragment longer. tom didn't want that look to leave. the look of genuine happiness. it glows. illuminating the seemingly never ending negatives that pollute tom's head. if this what love felt like, he wanted it all with tord and nobody else.
"i'm happy i'm here too."
blush scribbled itself all over tord's cheeks,
a smile spreading into tom's.
yet getting back to his book, tord swiftly scanned a page and flipped to the next one, back in the world of his book. tom decided to investigate the sound coming from the nightstand next to tord's bed. hopping up from the mattress, the plush carpet felt still under the soles of tom's shoes. approaching the nightstand, atop it laid a record player and a record which spun under a needle, playing songs with the volume turned down so quietly you could barely hear them. tom only guessed tord liked it that way.
on the way back to his spot on the bed, tom accidentally stepped on something he hadn't noticed on the ground. glancing down at what he had stepped on, it was nothing other than a book. he shouldn't have expected anything else honestly. bending down to pick it up, it had the brightest shade of orange as the cover; making tom wonder why he didn't notice it sooner.
"ooh! that's 'soft magic' by 'upile chisala,' it was an amazing read!"
tord was beaming like a child who just got the thing they wanted for their birthday when he saw the book tom was holding. tom found it to be the most adorable thing he had seen all day and didn't mind it for a second. he couldn't lie, he wanted to see more of it. pushing away the flashback of what happened yesterday, tom opened to a random page and sat back down on the bed. everything went silent for a moment as tom read it; tord anxiously twiddling his thumbs.
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"people who only wish to stifle your bloom,
do not belong in your garden."
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tom had realized he only flipped to the very start of the book, but he didn't care. tord's breathing slowed as tom was silent after reading.
"tom, if you don't like it.."
"yea tord. i don't like it."
bile built up at the pit of tord's stomach as a sigh raked his ribcage. tord became more upset by the second, thoughts roaring in his mind which held tord with strings as if he was a puppet of his own mind. he was mad.
"if you don't like it, why-"
"i love it. i don't like it; i love it."
tord could hear tom laugh, making of tord's frustration fade and build up at the same time. he wasn't fond of tom playing with his emotions.
"god, you know i hate bad jokes."
"do you hate me now?"
tord shook his head and crossed his arms, obviously annoyed.
"not yet. maybe soon though, if you keep acting like this."
"aw, i love you too."
tom could instantly see tord turn as red as the roses bloom in the summer weather at the playful 'joke' tom had made. tom's face was raising in temperature as well, but not nearly as fast or gradual as tord's.
in this moment at the mid of night, as the stars hung in the sky; tom knew what he wanted all this time in his life, and it was right next to him.
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smol a/n ; tord is shorter than tom in this fic, but that doesn't really matter until the last part before the epilogue ✰
dedicated to pasteldreamstar //
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poetry books ➶ tomtord au
Fanfictionin which tom goes to tord's house daily to accompany tord in reading poetry.
