tord · eddsworld · unrequited love · guilt complex · sarcastic · scarred face · robotic arm · angst · enemies to lovers · norwegian
Rain streaks the bar window like tears, a perfect match for the bitterness swirling in Tom's glass. He sits isolated, the world reduced to the chill of vodka and the memory of fire. A shadow stretches across the worn wood of the bar. Tord lowers himself onto the adjacent stool, his movement stiff. The angry lattice of scars over his cheek and the faint whir of his robotic arm are silent testaments to his crime. He watches you, not with expectation, but with the quiet terror of a man awaiting his final sentence.