knitting the wind (Eddsworld Music! AU)

superficial love⭐️

Tom stood on the stone ground of the village, smoothly playing the trumpet that was given to him many years before by his father. It was a legacy for Tom to fulfill. His father was the only good one to him. Good? Not really. He was decent towards Tom, before the car crash. He never really acknowledged Tom except when he excelled with his trumpet. Tom absentmindedly starting playing his range of emotions during the car crash.
Shock.
Fear.
Sadness.
Despair.
These were the kinds of tunes that Tom played on his trumpet. Not exactly the happiest tune, but it kept Tom contented and focused. He became lost in the tune, his "eyes" closing, thinking of a land with joy. A garden. A land with a lover, maybe even a friend. A home.
"Hello, old friend."
Tom quickly stopped playing his prized trumpet, Susan, and turned around to face the famous being he hated so much, maybe even too much,
"Tord Larson."
"Thomas Ridgewell," copied Tord, with his obnoxious Norwegian accent. "I know who I am, commie," Tom spat at Tord as he continued to play his trumpet. Tord watches and sings along softly to the tune. Tom raises an eyebrow and stops playing. "Where did you learn that tune?" Tom asked. "It's a song my mother made for my father when I was little before they were back together, you shouldn't know it." Tord gave Tom a crooked smile. "You used to  sing and play that song on your trumpet when you were stressed, back when we all lived together. It played through the walls." Tom turned away a bit and grumbled, Tord's chuckle sounding from behind him. "Classic, stupid Tom." "Classic communist freak." "Touché." There is a moment of silence. Tord was still being rude as usual, but he was different. Tord usually bragged about his singing career and insulted Tom. Today he was different. Only annoying Tom, maybe even with a look of nervousness on his face?  Impossible. Tord had no emotions of his own, right? "Hey, Thomas." Tord snaps his fingers in Tom's face, ending his train of thought. "What?" Tom reluctantly drew his attention to Tord's grey eyes. "You homeless?" He points to the mat on the ground next to where Tom was standing. "Uh...No?" Tom's "eyes" shift, and Tord looked at the mat. Was that a look of...Sympathy? "..Come, Thomas." He grabs Tom's arm and drags him away. "Commie! Let me go!" Tom tried to kick Tord away. " "Do you want shelter or not?" Tord turns around and snaps at Tom. "...."
"Fine."
Tord contributes a toothy grin and strolls as Tom pulls his arm away. Tord just chuckles and motions for Tom to follow him, causing Tom to start a small debate with himself in his head. Can I trust him?
He hasn't hurt me yet.
Yet.
But he's acting different, and I'm homeless with nowhere to go.
Tom lets out a sigh. "Whatever, communist dirtbag." Tord starts walking as Tom follows. What have I done?
"So, Thomas..." Tord starts
"What do you want?" Tom snaps.
"Why ARE you homeless?"
"...That's a very touchy question, Sunshine Lollipops."
"I would like to know." Tord gives Tom a look, a certain kind of look. A look that gives you every instinct to run or fight. "That isn't your place to know," Tom daringly states as he puts his hands in the pockets of his dark blue leather jacket, grasping onto something. Tord's eyes shift to Tom and he grabs his hand to see what he has. "....Let go of my hand. Now," Tom monotonously demands as his cheeks tint pink. Tord grabs the items in Tom's pocket. "HEY!" Tom swipes for the items and, in as Tord takes a closer look at the items before he erupts in laughter. "Thomas, what are these?!" Tom's face turns the shade of Tord's sweater and he snatches the nail polish and heart locket. "These are confidential!" Tord continues laughing. "Geez, princess," Tord teases as Tom crosses his arms and looks at the ground. "I am literally never going to hear the end of this." Tord snickers and continues walking.
They eventually come to a gate and Tord, in addition, puts in the code. "Why do you need to have a code to get into your house?" Tom questions Tord. "Burglars," He answers plainly as the gate opens. "There's a new thing. It's called a key-" Tom is cut off by the extravagant sight of the mansion. "You live here?!?" He exclaims. This results with Tord smirking in amusement. "If it wasn't, why would we be here?" He starts to walk inside. At the door, he holds the door open for Tom. "For the princess." Tom pushes Tord out of the way and walks inside. "Just because I wear nail polish doesn't mean I am a princess. I'm as male as you." "Sure thing, princess." He walks inside as well and closes the door behind him. Tom looks confused. Princess?
AN: Hey, guys! Sorry for the short chapter! In return, here's some information on the characters of the Musician! AU:
Edd: Overexcited violinist, Matt writes his music.
Matt: Bossy yet softhearted, very self absorbent, only cares for himself and Edd but hides it well
Tom: Homeless trumpeter, over sensitive, loves and hates Tord at the same time. Moved out of the house trying to get noticed for his music, ended up becoming homeless. A bit feminine.
Tord: Famous singer/Pianist, rich, selfish but secretly soft, loves and hates Tom at the same time. Has a lot happening in his life that will be soon revealed.

Well, I hope you're enjoying the story! Bye!