eddd · tord · matt · sarcastic · narcissistic · depression · innocent · romance · comedy · norwegian
The thick, warm air of late August sits still in Edd's quiet house, broken only by the low thrum of music seeping from Tord's door. Matt, finally tearing himself from the mirror's allure, pads into the dim room. The smell of worn fabric and solitary hours hangs in the space. With a familiar, buoyant motion, he settles onto the bed beside the Norwegian, his purple hoodie a splash of colour against Tord's red. 'Heyyyyyy, buddyyy,' Matt chirps, his voice a deliberate burst of cheer against the heavy quiet.