The Boy In Blue - (TordTom) NSFW

High - 10

-THIRD PERSON POV-

Tom felt insane when he was with Tord, it was like getting some sort of high from another person. He didn't hate it though. "I think you should head to bed, it's been a long day." The Norski insisted kindly, petting his hair while moving him out of his lap. It was either much better or much worse for the voided boy's safety. "Okay... goodnight." Tom crawled underneath his blankets and huddled his bear. "Goodnight." Tord smiled warmly before getting up and quietly shutting the door, leaving the room to say goodnight to everyone else.

Tom turned over lazily to gaze out the window, trying to look for the moon without moving around too much. He glanced at the dim flashing light on the TV in front of his bed ten feet away, becoming hyper-aware of everything going on around him. He began to shake. "Hey... hey." He murmured quietly, looking at his quivering hands as if they were foreign. "What's wrong?" He seemingly asked himself, going quiet for a moment and hearing his heart pounding. It was a tiring sensation and it felt like he was going mad.

"Body you can't do this. You can't crave blood and you can't love him. You know damn well you'll die, what is this going to do to your future? You're wasting your time. What's this obsession you're having?" The demon eyed Tom continued to pester himself with questions he couldn't answer, and the answers he couldn't comply to. It was hypocritical in a sense, but really he was only talking to himself. Nothing matters right now.

"You only like Tord because he may be able to give you the answers, but that might not even be correct. Do you really want to find out?" He inquired to himself again, waiting for a response from his brain. He didn't receive anything in return. "You don't know anything, just sleep." He gave a demand to his body, to which it declined and made his heartbeat become faster and louder. He didn't feel stressed, he felt a sickly kind of drunk. It was nearly a good feeling, if only he could understand it.

"It's different now." He began again, holding his wrist in an attempt to stop the shaking. "You already know Tord's answers, and they weren't what you wanted. But maybe if you just accept what you have we could get better, but no, it's always something more isn't it?" His scolding got increasingly louder, and he began to feel sick to his stomach. Maybe this feeling wasn't too great after-all. He got quite frustrated with himself while unable to sleep.

"Cut it out." He hissed under his breath, acknowledging his volume. "Do you know how stupid this is? This is the shit kids get made fun of online for. Stop pretending like there's something wrong with you, you're just trying to prove a point." He couldn't help but feel guilty. "This is the edgy stuff people always talk about, being all emo and depressed. But I'm not, something is wrong... I swear... I want out of this alive." Tom finally felt a wave of sadness come over him, which was very grounding for him. He couldn't feel any emotion in the madness, so even sadness was a good sign.

"Just sleep, you're not making any difference talking to yourself here..." He finally gave up and cuddled into the warmth of the sheets and pillows, including his bear of course. His mind and body were so tired that he fell asleep pretty fast nonetheless. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.