TWs: Feelings of worry/anxiousness, arguing (? I wouldn't call it that- it's more of a disagreement), mentions of past eddventures. Stay safe :)
The two were on the rooftop of one's apartment building at exactly 2300 hours.
"So, what is it?" Larry glared at him.
"Relax, chill; I only want to talk about some things," William spoke, his voice lax.
"What about?"
"How long has it been? Ten years?" He hummed, "About ten years since we've last seen each other. Time sure does fly, friend."
"I'm not your friend." Larry grimaced.
William ignored him, "That would make you... what- 40 years old now? Wow, I'm starting to feel old, and I'm only 52."
"Are you only here to reminisce, or can you get on with it?"
"Ouch, you wound me." The Black Leader muttered, "I just wanted to let you know that the Black Army will live on, even through death."
"Like we'll let that happen." Larry frowned.
William had a mischievous look in his eyes as he squinted at him, "We'll see soon enough, Major. Although, I wouldn't hold your breath; some things are meant to last forever."
With that, William was gone.
"Creep," Larry uttered under his breath, going inside, "Wasted my time."
Although, it did leave an unsettling feeling deep in his stomach.
"Hey, uh- dad?" Matt peeked into the basement, where his father was busy forming a plan.
"Yes?" Arthur perked up. His son didn't normally call him 'dad,' feeling it was too awkward for the both of them.
"What will I be doing?" He asked, "For the plan...?"
Arthur hummed, "Oh, you will be the distraction."
"Oh." Matt looked down, feeling disappointed.
"Why do you ask?" The older turned his head, never halting in what he was doing.
"Nothing, it's just- I wanted to be on rescue."
Arthur's fingers and body stopped as he processed what his son said, "Pardon?"
"I want to rescue Tom." The younger repeated himself.
"Absolutely not." Arthur shook his head.
"What- why not?" Matt frowned.
"It's too dangerous-"
"I can take care of myself!" Matt's voice grew louder.
The older stood up, grabbing the chair as he turned to face Matt, "I said no, Matthew."
The two stood facing each other. Matt balled his fists as he glared. Arthur knew his son was angry, feeling the heat of the glare.
"You're my son; I don't want you to get hurt or lose you."
"You won't lose me; I'm a-" Matt stopped as he realized he hadn't told or explained to his father he was an immortal being that was supposedly a myth.
His father noticed his hesitance, eyes softening, "What is it?"
Matt looked down at the floor as he muttered, "I'm a vampire."
Arthur sighed, eyes gazing past the young ginger, "Now's not the time to be joking, Matthew."
"I'm not joking! I'm literally a vampire; I have the fangs like one, a hunger for blood like one, and the sun, garlic, and silver burn me!"
"But vampires don't..." The older trailed off, gazing down, 'Then again, my friend was possessed by a demon, and she was all for the supernatural being real.'
"I know you're scared of losing me, but I can handle myself. I've been through a lot on my own and with my friends; zombie apocalypses, an army of clones, Eduardo, we've been to hell before and defeated Tord's robot and the Red Army."
Arthur raised an eyebrow at the things he listed, his mouth opening and closing as he lost his words. He shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "C'est quoi ce merdier?"
"Language," Matt spoke, crossing his arms.
The older huffed as he glanced toward his son, "Why do you want to be with the rescue? I assume you have a reason."
"Uh-" Matt thought momentarily, only one reason staining his thoughts, "Well, I do have a reason..."
His father was going to think he was crazy if he stated he was doing it for love. He didn't even know how his father felt about gay couples or if he knew he was surrounded by three of them.
"Have you felt connected to someone so much that you believed that person was your other half?" Matt questioned.
Arthur blinked, wondering where his son was going with this, "Yes, of course."
"Have you felt that no matter what, you would do anything to protect them?"
A melancholy smile appeared on Arthur's face, "Yes."
"That's how I feel," Matt spoke, his fingers twitching, "I care about Tom; he's my other half, my soulmate."
Arthur gazed at him, or past him, for a bit, realizing what he meant, "Come here for a second."
Matt slowly stepped forward, wincing when the older held his hand out.
"Let me see your arm."
Matt held his arm out as Arthur took his wrist.
"Your wrist is quite thin..." He muttered as he took what looked like a silver bracelet and wrapped it around Matt's wrist.
"Wha-" Matt looked at the bracelet in shock, wondering how it wasn't burning his skin.
"It's fake silver." Arthur stated, "I could never afford silver in Norway, so a friend gave me this fake stuff."
"Uhm, and what's it for?" The ginger looked at it, silently questioning why a gauge was on the back.
"Protection; it reflects bullets so long as you're wearing it, and it has a full charge." Arthur pointed at the gauge, "It powers up by solar energy, so make sure you have a full charge before rushing in."
Matt realized what this meant, making him grin, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're-" Arthur was cut off by Matt hugging him tightly, making him freeze. Matt was always a touchy-feely person; Arthur knew that as his son hugged him whenever they greeted each other. Although, this was different. They weren't greeting each other or saying goodbye.
"Thank you, Dad," Matt whispered.
This hug was special, a bond between father and son.
Arthur smiled, wrapping his arms carefully around Matt, "You're welcome."
A few minutes went by as the older realized there was something else he needed to mention.
"Matt, I mean this in every way possible, be careful." Arthur spoke, removing himself from the hug as his hands squeezed Matt's arms gently, "The more bullets that ricochet off of you, the more energy drains from the bracelet, so be careful and do not rush in there without a plan."
Matt nodded, "Okay."
"What are you working on, exactly?" Edd asked, hovering over Tord's shoulder as he worked on something from the blueprint Arthur gave him.
Tord sat at the table, examining some parts and pieces. He had a circuit board in front of him, using his phone to zoom in to look at it.
"They should act as a type of inhibitor when I'm finished with them. If there's an alarm hooked up to the ventilation system, these should silence any noises from escaping as long as they stay attached." Tord explained.
Edd hummed, hugging Tord from behind, "Sounds complicated."
"Eh, not really." Tord shrugged, "It's quite easy."
"Says you." The taller rolled his eyes, kissing his cheek.
They heard the front door open; Pat and Pau stepped into the house with a few bags.
"Do you think we got everything?" Pat asked.
Pau groaned, "We already took two trips; we are not going back."
Setting the bags aside, Pat frowned, "You're just lazy."
"I am, but I also know it'll be pointless." Pau huffed as he took Pat by the hand and guided him to the dining room, "Oi, Tord, we got everything."
Barely glancing up, the Norsk nodded, "Ah, thank you, pappa."
"What did they get?" Edd questioned as Pat and Pau disappeared into the kitchen.
"Things we'll need to defeat those nihilists," Tord replied, "Can you move your arms, min kjærlighet? I need space."
"Oh." The brunette removed his arms from Tord, then glanced at the clock ticking on the wall, 'Almost two days since Tom's been kidnapped.'
Edd bit his lip in worry, hoping that his friend was okay.
'He has to be okay, if not for me, then for Matt.'
Tord could feel Edd becoming tense by the second behind him. It made him nervous as his hand started to twitch as he worked on the inhibitors.
He kept telling himself Tom was fine. Nothing phased Tom; if he could handle Tord, he could endure anything, especially when a demon possessed him.
Deep down, though, he knew this wasn't the case.
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French =
C'est quoi ce merdier - What the fuck
Norwegian =
Min kjærlighet - My love
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