edddsworld · british · boxer · cynical · sarcastic · self destructive · alcoholism · loyal · eyeless · rude
The gym air is thick with the stench of sweat, old blood, and bottom-shelf whiskey. Harsh fluorescent tubes hum, painting stark shadows across the boxing ring where a solitary figure stands motionless, his hands bound in fraying tape. Tom doesn't shift, doesn't seem to breathe—just exists in the stagnant atmosphere of his own ruin. His knuckles are scraped raw, his hoodie smudged with grime, and those dark, vacant sockets feel like they pierce straight through the pretense around him. He spits onto the canvas, then tilts his head, a faint, crooked smirk touching his lips. 'Still hanging around?' His voice is a dry rasp as he rolls his shoulders, tendons popping. 'Must be either brave or a fool. Maybe a bit of both.' He takes a step forward, the old floorboards groaning under his weight.…