#day 7 2018

[neutrallibrarian]

Last day for @eddsworldweek! I used the Free Space for a murder mystery. (It’s not really a mystery.) You can read it on AO3.

I can’t wait to join in again next year!

Tom inspects the messy study, the bullets holes in the walls leading to two bodies slumped against a desk, and then the bodies themselves. Bing and his assistant, Larry, have guns in their hands, but the expression of shock immortalized on their faces suggests the attack came out of nowhere. Edd’s pawing through any leaning tower of blueprints and files to find evidence of a vengeful outsider. Matt is distracted by the full body mirror by the bookshelves while Tord creeps closer to the door every time Tom takes his eyes (?) off him. Deciding he’s not nearly drunk enough for this, Tom pulls out his flask and drinks deep.

“It was Tord.” He accuses after the burn in his throat settles down.

Startled, Edd drops a stack of files. “What? No, it’s this guy.” He thrusts an open file at Tom, showing off the picture of a brunette man with unusually large eyebrows.

“Okay, one: that man is not anywhere in the mansion; and two: Tord’s been trying to leave to get rid of the weapon and gun powder residue for about seven minutes now.” At Tom’s pointed glance, Tord freezes from reaching for the doorknob then backs away with a confidant smile.

“Edd, you know Tom is always trying to blame stuff on me.”

“Oh, so that’s not a gun in your pocket?”

Tord immediately drags his hoodie down when Edd and Matt’s attention snap over to him. It only accents the pistol in his front pocket more.

“No!” Tord denies.

It’s hard to believe they came for a movie and now have to solve (or cover up) a murder thanks to good old trigger-happy Tord. At least Tom is enjoying how uncomfortable Tord is as he tries to adjust his hem. Edd hums, pondering the overwhelming evidence.

“I don’t think it is him, though.”

Yep, not nearly drunk enough for this.

“He does have a gun, Edd.” Matt reasons. He’s now Tom’s favorite person in the room.

Edd dismisses it, “He always has a gun. He’s never ArmaLite after all.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess it wasn’t him then.” Matt is no longer Tom’s favorite person.

He sighs and accepts the inevitable. After Edd and Matt get distracted by what they were doing before, Tom looks the other way as Tord slips out of the room. Though, he glares at him when the police arrive and ask what everyone knows of the crime.

[corpse-rat]

Eddsworld Week: Day 7- Free day

I’ve been given too much freedom

@eddsworldweek

[white-shade-of-pale]

Day 7: “Depth of relationship” - shared lifetimes/togetherness/alternate universes

So I’m not super happy with this one.. haven’t had a good day, it was really rushed, and I’m realizing that drawing on paper is really difficult when you need tiny details (my sketchbook is 5.5x8.5 in) @reaper-76-week

I did underwater AU for the ‘depth’ of relationship, haha... 

[nateheywoodspeakssixlanguag-blog]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My submission for the seventh day of Olivarry Week 2018.

[neutrallibrarian]

Day 7: Goodbye is a go! @baconcolaweek, I hope I didn’t disappoint you with the angst in this. It’s been a fun week and full of wonderful artwork!

Also on AO3

Tord sits at the kitchen table, a mug of tea in his hand despite the solid pit of rock in his chest, and stares at Edd manning the stove. He still hasn’t found the words to announce his departure, let alone lie to Edd’s face about where he’s going and what he’ll do. So, instead he drinks in the sight of his boyfriend happy and content. It’s early enough for Tom to still be asleep and Matt stuck in the bathroom; the best time to tell him, honestly. The others aren’t around to nitpick and ask questions about his story.

There’s no predicting how Edd will react, if he’ll have questions Tord can’t answer or think of one fast enough.

“I have something to say,” spills out of his mouth without conscious forethought. His face burns when Edd looks over his shoulder to shoot him an inquisitive glance.

Just rip it off like a bandaid, he thinks. “Edd, I’m leaving.”

It takes a second for Tord to register how vague he was, but Edd catches on and stiffens.

“Tord—”

“The house! I meant I’m leaving the house!” Tord scrambles to fix the misunderstanding.

Edd’s shoulders relax as he plates up the food and lets the silence go on. Tord’s on the edge of his nerves while waiting for his response. Edd’s serene facade is too perfect for one to accurately judge if he’s truly calm or not.

“Where are you going?”

Relief courses through his veins from the simple question even as the sick of lying tars his stomach. “I was scouted by a robotic company while we were in boot camp. They’re located out of town, in the city, so I need to move there.”

Edd nods his head, finally smiling. “Ah, I wondered what was going on with you after we left the camp. You’re welcome to visit whenever you’re free if the commute is too long.”

Deep breaths, Tord. “Edd… it’s a far-away city. It’s—I don’t think I could visit.”

“What? Where—”

“It’s in Norway, Edd.”

The quiet has never seemed so oppressive before, digging into Tord’s willpower of upholding his secrets and wrenching his heart asunder. It’s torn further still from the heartbreak on Edd’s face, expression vulnerable in all the ways Tord never wanted it to be, and the moment stretches on. Their gazes break away to the table and untouched food. Tord’s will is down to the quick when he finds a solution. He moves his chair closer to Edd and grasps his hand tight.

“I love you so much, Edd. I don’t want our relationship to end; I’ve never wanted anything less in my life… Can we make it work long distance? Just until I can come back to England?”

Another pause for Edd to collect himself and form an answer. Tord keeps his breaths even despite the clench of anxiety around his airway.

Edd’s hand grips back, determination battling out the sorrow in his eyes. “Of course, Tord. We’ll make it work.”

Tord tries to smile, but it’s hard, too artificial when Edd deserves only the genuine best of him. The wrongness permeates throughout his bones as Edd brings him in for a hug yet it only strengthens his resolve to make himself worthy—to make the world worthy of Edd.