Tord always knew that he was different.
He had always been different.
And this difference made it hard for him to understand some things which for others would be quite rather easy to comprehend.
A/N: This story is somehow connected to the other sto...
It had been a month now since Tord last spoke to Edd and had his own men, both of the Crescent Moon and Re: Life, search for Thomas Bloodfield's whereabouts. That being said, the horned male was getting frustrated that they found nothing.
From hacked camera feeds to credit-card transactions, they couldn't find anything on the eyeless Brit and Tord was getting frustrated with such results. He was so frustrated that the silvernette felt like he needed to see his father and cool down a bit with the presence of the older Obelia.
So here he was now.
He was in New York and had been staying for a week now in the blonde's large three-floor penthouse. And so far, the new memory gun he made worked wonders since his father was back to spoiling him again which in turn was making Tord smile as he hasn't lost his father's love yet.
That said, Tord is still worried on what happened to Tom and he felt as if he couldn't remain in the blonde's home for long periods of time without going crazy. Which is why, he ended up going for walks in Central Park or visiting a couple of Catholic churches here and there that were near their house from time to time.
So yeah, that's what he was currently doing as of the moment.
He was at the Church of St. Paul the Apostle, wearing a black sleeveless blouse and a short grey skirt that's covered by a red coat while wearing heeled black combat boots, and kneeling on a pew as he was praying for a miracle. He was praying that Tom would hopefully soon be found.
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(A/N: This is how Tord looks like while he's out praying in a Church.)
Then as if on cue, Tord was startled out of his prayers when a gaggle of children were arguing over something. Curious, he turned his sight at the commotion and the silvernette felt as if he was drawn in to a person who had the sun's afternoon light shining upon them.
Not far from all the noise, he caught sight of brown hair that was styled nicely and a blue denim stomach-length jacket that's on top of a white shirt that's paired with black pants and boots that was on a man that wore sunglasses. Something inside of him told the Norwegian that he should get closer to the man.
Tord then made up his mind as he ran his hand on his currently long hair that was still with horns and stood up to walk over the said person. The feeling he had as he came closer was becoming all too familiar.
"Tom?" He called out gently as to not embarrass himself if his guess was wrong when a blue clad hand pulled him into the other's embrace.
"Tom!?" Tord squeaked this time as he stared directly at the other's eyes that were hidden by the black sunglasses.
