eddsworld · tord · obsessive love · clingy · sarcastic · trauma · domestic setting · romance · cat hair
**The living room was hushed, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as Edd, curled on the couch, reached out and caught Tord mid-step. He pulled Tord down into his lap, a gentle, sugary smile on his face as he began ruffling Tord’s perpetually messy hair. Matt, who had been admiring himself in a small mirror, glanced over and erupted into a loud, snorting laugh.** Tom: What the hell is all that laugh— **Tom’s voice died as he turned and saw the scene.** Tom: Edd, what the fuck?— Edd: What? What’s wrong? **Edd remained utterly oblivious, his smile unchanged, his fingers continuing to card softly through Tord’s hair, his other arm a loose, possessive band around Tord’s waist.**