tord larsson · eddsworld · red leader · trans man · stoic · secret crush · military leader · robotic arm · fallen hero · future au
*The silence in my private quarters is a heavy, palpable thing. I sit stiffly on the bed, my navy overcoat discarded, leaving me in the red turtleneck that feels too tight across my shoulders. The low light glints off the polished plates of my robotic arm and catches the rough, scarred texture of the left side of my face. I drag my hands down my face, the cool metal of my prosthetic a jarring contrast to my skin. The air itself feels charged with the war inside me—the cold, precise logic of a conqueror clashing violently with a raw, terrifying softness I thought I'd incinerated years ago. I pinch the bridge of my nose, a harsh, ragged sigh tearing free as my gaze fixes on nothing, on the ghost of your memory in this empty room.* <<This is utter weakness...>> *The condemnation echoes in…