Eddsworld - Deep Blue Sea

Cold, Cold, Cold - Chapter eight

// weLL IT'S COLD COLD COLD

cold as ICCEEFDKGNDG

ah ok here's the part

sorry abt being late i went to see john green ;') \\

TORD POV

As Edd walked off, I debated whether I should run after him or not. In my mind, I could see myself apologizing profusely, and him forgiving me, but I didn't expect it to be as simple as that. So I stood. Now, looking back on this, I realize I had a splendid opportunity to change a whole course of actions. Maybe things would've been so much different if I had just made that effort. Instead, I didn't, and left a collection unfortunate events to follow suit.

A soft, almost melancholy, humming of a peculiar melody broke my focus on him. I turned my head back to the ocean, and lying there, halfway on the rocks, was Matt.

"Hey, Sailor," He used the same nickname he always did, but his tone was drastically different; that flirtatiousness replaced with something somber- honest.

"Matt?" I took a few small steps towards him, "You're gonna cut yourself on those." I gestured to the rocks he was on.

He glanced down, "Really? They don't seem too sharp."

"You notice it later. A whole buncha cuts on your stomach."

"I figure you know this from experience?"

I shrugged as a response, which made it fairly obvious. Matt smirked, and something like amusement glistened in his perfect eyes. I couldn't admire him for too long, though. What Edd had said, even if it was only moments ago, had resonated in my thick skull. It reminded me of my own common sense that had since been subdued, and almost seemed like that voice of reason in my head had materialized into someone physical. Like Edd.

Matt shifted a little, trying to position himself in a way that was least likely to injure him, "Come here. I need to tell you something."

That same voice of reason, of course, had just walked off to go home.

I hesitantly obliged, now standing just a foot or two away from him. The way he craned his neck to look up at me was noticeably awkward, so I resulted to squatting.

"I..." He didn't meet my eyes, "I dunno. This is really weird."

I had never seem him like this- flustered and nervous. He was always a mix of confidence and flirtatiousness, everything that everyone strives to be be, and never showed hints of vulnerability.

I shuffled words in my mind, until I spoke, "It's alright. Just tell me, and we'll work from there."

He fidgeted with his hands some, doing anything but meeting my eyes, and almost seemed embarrassed. What was going on?

"Oh, what the hell, actions speak louder than words," And with that, he grabbed my shirt, tugging me in close for a kiss. A passionate one. His fingers ran through my hair, playing with tiny strands in little circular motions. His lips tasted strongly of sea salt, and, unsurprisingly enough, blood.

He eventually pulled back, a mix of excitement and fear raging in those gorgeous eyes. I opened my mouth a few times, expecting something to come out, but nothing did. So I sat in a squat, wide eyed and gawking, at a dangerous, predatory, creature that somehow managed to acquire a romantic attraction to a totally different species.

In short, I was stunned.

"Sailor? Are you.." He eyed me cautiously.

"Oh, no, I'm- I'm fine. Just gotta process."

A painfully long second passed.

"Okay."

30 of the same excruciatingly long seconds passed us by until that voice of reason chirped up from the back of my mind.

"Matt, I really want this, I do, but," That voice of reason was being harshly drowned out, but I held on for dear life, and kept going, "life is complicated. I can't keep pulling all-nighters just to see you. And, on top of that, you're literally a different species."

Matt was quick to respond, "But- but I need you!"

"You won't lose me," I assured him, "I'll see you every two weeks or so."

"That's not enough," He objected, "I really, really, need you. You make me feel.. This emotion, I-"

"Love?"

Finally, he met my eyes in a flash. A moment moved slowly past us as we stared deep into each other. I didn't expect I'd ever be doing this.

"Listen, when you're ready to be just friends, sing out to me. I'll come to you."

"But I don't.. Can't. I can't be just friends."

I found I was eager to leave, seeing Matt so desperate had unnerved me, "Matt, I have to go. But I'll see you then."

MATT POV

He couldn't reject me just like that. 

I knew that the Sailor was unusually peculiar, but downright refusing everything anyone could ever wish to be was simply absurd. On top of that, I became addicted to that feeling, that swirling in your stomach that makes your heart pound. I needed it. I needed him, So this wasn't over. It was far from it.

Regardless, I had a trick up my sleeve. One that he couldn't refuse, or escape.

He was going to need me the same way I needed him.