May 17, 2018
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tom appreciation thanks
he’s not paying any attention. staring blankly at the book in front of him without saying any words nor even READING the ones in front of him. there were days like these that made him want to simply relieve himself of the world. not so much as DIE but rather DISAPPEAR for a while without having to deal with the troubles of the world. TORD was no exception. while the man did enjoy being surrounded by his friends, there was always something about tord that never appealed to him. he just never knew what.
oh, SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. how long had he been speaking to him ------or was he staring as a way to get a reaction out of him ? a small glance from the book, indicating that he finally noticed the other was in the room with him, a voice of innocence edged at the tip of his tone.
“ i’m sorry were you talking ? ”
@tordiisms // not accepting
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❝I got you some- thing, Rød Sjef❞
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It had been so LONG since Tom had felt the warmth of his partner's body against his own; he MISSED it. He CRAVED it. The Brit couldn't help but ONLY keep the red-clad hoodie and a pair of trousers on as he walked out of the recruit's quart- er's and towards Red Leader's office. As always, there were men GUARD- ING his door, and they always expect- ed Tom to come up here almost every- day. He KNEW they questioned why he wasn't in uniform but he didn't CARE, nor did he BOTHER to look their way.
A SMILE grew on the man's face as his lover came into view. Closing the door behind him, Tom made his way to sit on his leader's desk, bringing his hands up to brush through Tord's SOFT locks of hair.
❝Sir...❞
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Tord had BROKE his bass into pieces. His BABY—his SUSAN. How was he going to even going to FIX this mess? His bass was his baby; NOBODY but him was allowed to touch it, and yet... Tord had the AUDACITY to think he could get away with this without Tom getting BEYOND pissed at him.
❝MOTHERFUCKER.❞
Tom GROWLED in anger. A CLENCHED fist as he burst through the other's door, he looked PAST the strange atmosphere in the room—his focus was on TORD. He STOMPED over to his rival, GRAB- BING him by the collar of his hoodie.
❝What did you DO to my bass?❞
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❝QUICK, SHOVE YOUR HANDS INTO MY GRIP- PING HOLES.❞
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Tom kept his fo- cus on the other. He was SURPRISED that Tord even O- PENED up to him about this. He want- ed to keep quiet to let the other mourn, but he HAD to say something. Keep- ing himself close to Tord, he felt a bit of GUILT within his being.
❝It’s not much, but...❞
Tom’s arms came around the other, holding him close to the warmth of his own hoodie. Tom didn’t know HOW to comfort some- one, but he DID know what it felt like to lose a close family member.
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❝RED LEADER 'DERE IS A DILDO IN 'DE COCKPIT.❞