Finding

(34) Six-Year-Old Tom

He was adorable.

Tord was thinking how a six-year-old version of Tom was so adorable that he had to remind himself that the eyeless brunet doesn't even know him yet. So, Tord ran his hand at his now short hair and smiled in relief as he felt his familiar silver horns and the air softly blow at the back of his neck.

Having long hair was nice since it made him look all the more wonderful while wearing his dresses. But now that he was wearing much more masculine clothes and was about to meet again his friends, Tord wanted things to be familiar and as it were back then.

He wanted his friends to meet this side of him again.

Shaking his head to get his mind out of the gutter, Tord then frowned as a couple of children were now surrounding the adorable Brit and they had a number of crayons on their hands as they were approaching. Blinking his eyes to know whether what he was seeing was real, Tord then searched for Edd as he knew that the former cola-addict should be the one to disperse the crowd.

But he ended up frowning instead as he watched how Edd was simply laughing along with the other boys as they were shoving crayons into Tom's empty sockets. Edd was laughing at the corner with the other bullying observers as how a whole box of 24 crayons was now inside the crying boy's voids and Tord was wondering how Edd was now an odd fuck sadist towards his own cousin.

Growling in dismay, anger and disappointment, Tord finally had enough as Tom's sobs only got louder and more objects were getting shoved in Tom's dark voids. The silvernette stood and walked towards the unruly group as he barked in command with all the aura he could as a former Emperor, "Enough!"

At that, everyone in the classroom stopped at what they were doing. All the eyes were now on Tord and the horned silvernette frowned at their looks as he walked towards Tom.

And just like how Moses parted the sea, the large number of children automatically made way for him as he headed for the sobbing brunet. As he came closer to Tom, Tord now grimaced as he noticed how Tom was still being held some of the bullies.

"Get your filthy hands off of him," he ordered and to his amusement, an ample amount of fear gave way to the bullies faces as they backed off away from him.

Tord then held out his hand and was glad to find Tom immediately holding unto it. There, he dragged Tom out of prying eyes. He dragged him out of the place which they called classroom but was more of 'Hell' for the crying brunet.

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It hurts.

It hurts.

It freaking hurts.

All those children shoving crayons inside his eye sockets was so painful. That said, what hurts more is that no matter how he screamed and cried they didn't stop. Edd didn't stop them.

Edd was his own cousin. Edd was his elder cousin and he treated him like he would a big brother.

But why?

Why didn't Edd help him?

Why was he laughing at him?

Feeling his chest hurt at the emotions he was feeling, he was suddenly surprised to have someone reach out their hand towards him. The hand was small just like his and due to all to the objects crammed into his 'eyes' he couldn't properly see who did it belong. That said, as he took hold of that warm hand, he definitely knew that it didn't belong to his cousin, Edward. It was from someone else.

Focused on that fact, he was surprised to find that person was able to make everyone stop and drag him away from all the terrible people. "Do you want me to help taking them all out?" A melodious voice with an odd accent asked as he was having trouble removing all the crayons that the bullies shoved in.

It was embarrassing.

It was the first day of school and this happened already.

With the help of those gentle hands, he was finally able to rid most of the crayons out of his sockets and catch a glimpse of his savior.

An angel.

Silver hair that was spiked to be like horns, gem like green eyes and the prettiest face that he had ever seen; he ended up blushing as he noticed how the other was staring at him in concern.

"H—Hi, my name is Tom. Tom Bloodfield," He stuttered out as the embarrassment he felt was accompanied by the throbbing pain his sockets had.

A small chuckle then rang out before the other introduced himself, "Hello. My name's Tord Athanasia Obelia."

"Nice name," Tom lamely supplied when he suddenly hissed.

"Okay, I think that we haven't gotten out everything. I mean, last time I check they shoved in about 24 crayons in your sockets. But we have only gotten 18 out." The silvernette replied as he hesitated on whether he should stick his fingers into those voids or let him deal with it alone.

Taking a hold of the hesitating hand, Tom allows them to slip into his 'eyes' and let the angel decide.

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It was cold.

For all the years that Tord knew Tom and was in a complicated with sex benefits relationship with the Brit, the Norwegian never really asked on whether he could touch the other's voids. Even when they became an official couple, he never asked Tom.

It wasn't because he wasn't interested in them.

No, to be quite truthful about it, he had always been fascinated by the said voids which served as Tom's 'eyes.' From the first time he saw the eyeless brunet, he was intrigued by them. And yet, he didn't want to pry since he had already seen how much of a struggle it had been for Tom to have his 'eyes' as he grew up.

What's more, he knew that it was painful for Tom if something was lodged in his sockets.

Tom made it quite rather known when they were younger. So, as much as he was curios about them this was the first time for him to feel what was inside of those black sockets.

It was cold.

So cold.

It was as if Tord dipped his fingers in a bucket full of ice filled frozen water with the room temperature being -45 degree Celsius. It was just down right freezing.

Tord then forced himself from pulling his fingers and dutifully began to extract the remaining the crayons. One, two.... Six. He was finally able to remove the six remaining crayons when he realized that Tom had that oddly familiar look on his face.

It was so familiar that when Tom said that one word, "Angel," Tord's heart dropped into the abyss and felt as if he was placed somewhere in the Arctic.