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You know the swapping au (regimen and stay) asksssss
Well what if the kings crossing au and regimen/stay swap their Tom’s and Tord’s? Or meet eachother? Or live through eachothers daily lives for like a day or two?
I hope this to much of a hassle for you to answer, personally I had a brain stroke trying to type my question out — take your time with ur other projects at hand and health :]
LKJHDSFHJ MY GOD. We need more room on the conference table.
Stay:
>Thomas
>Tord
Regimen:
>Tom
>R.L.
Kings:
>Blue
>Red
Note: Not doing the swaps between Stay and Regimen because we've done that dance a million times before lmao.
Kings:
Thomas -
Red was very familiar. He was a haughty man, arrogant, prideful, and so self-indulgent, at first he made him feel irritated, ah not again, not another version of his beloved husband gone down the sewer hole. Red seemed entirely intrigued with him (he tried not to feel smug about how many versions of his husband would turn their heads at him.), and proceeded to try and goad some sort of reaction out of him by being a pest.
Ugh.
"Nice try kiddo." He said. "But I've seen all your moves before, frankly, my husband can do better."
And suddenly, he stopped.
His eye widened, something moving behind it, an emotion that Thomas was surprised to find familiar.
"Your...husband..?"
Ah. He knew that tone of voice.
"My Tord." Thomas replied, tilting his head just so in curiosity, subtly watching Red's expression in interest.
"Your..." Red's voice shook a little, unnoticeable, but not to him.
Thomas could wager that Red's own version of him wouldn't have missed it either.
He smiled, albeit sadly this time.
"Yes, my Tord, my elskede."
Red's face seemed to shatter at that.
Oh...this poor man....he was just his husband, wasn't he? Not like the other. An actual version of his husband that was so close to him, but it seemed something terrible has happened, or maybe, that sadness he could see in his eye was a result of a life that might have been less than kind.
Suddenly, he didn't feel too inclined with antagonizing Red anymore.
-
Tord-
Blue felt very familiar. He was cold, withdrawn into himself, listless, and grieving. He felt himself shatter at the knowledge that it seemed, no matter where he was, in another life, his husband was always going to be grieving something, and it was such a terrible grief that it robbed him of all his colours, of all his life.
He's always hated seeing him cry.
It was in this moments that made him doubt if he was ever any good to his husband, if it seemed that in every other life, he was the epicenter of Thomas' pain. He knew he was terrible in his youth, and that his attitudes could have worsened if he didn't try to better himself, but it was sheer agony knowing that he could have dragged the love of his life down with him, if he never accepted change.
This was his hell.
Blue seemed to soften at the sight of him.
"Do you have any regrets?"
Though his voice seemed kind, there was a sharpness to them that Tord could hear.
"....many..." He could always admit that. He had apologized so many times, lost sleep for years and years, cried and begged to be forgiven for things he should have done better.
Thomas, his beloved, had somehow always forgiven him, and in his heart, he always felt that he was never worthy of it.
Blue's expression twitched minutely, but Tord could see that he was startled.
"...Really?"
Tord smiled, sad, grieving.
"I could never bring myself to lie to you, you know?"
Blue crossed his arms, though it looked as if he was trying to hold himself together. He turned his head to the side, his eyes downcast.
"No...actually, I don't...." He chuckled softly, but it was painful to hear. Blue looked back up at him, his smile seemed too broken to be real. "But....you seem like you know what things are worth so, I hope you're happy with whatever you chose."
Tord wanted to say something.
He couldn't find the words.
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Regimen:
Tom -
Okay...he's really starting to get a headache with all these weird dying thoughts.
So, Larsin, Old Tord, he was nice. He was kind, fun, a little fidgety, and definitely a little sad, but....he was a good man. Part of him missed him dearly, which he could freely admit, Larsin was a kindness he needed right now, amidst...everything.
Red though.
Ugh.
Okay, he might be a dick, but the moment he landed eyes on him he knew right away this guy was a prick. Same air about him, same self-assuredness, same self-justifying swagger. Ugh, its just Tord all over again.
But then....Red took one look at him.
And paled.
"Th-"
"Call me 'Thomas' and I will fucking gut you."
Surprisingly, Red shut himself up. Though there was a flicker of irritation in his expression, which Tom happily took in with pride. Red crossed his arms and rolled his eye.
"Oh how eloquent as always, Thompson." Red sneered, "No doubt many people find you very endearing, I'm sure. What with your stellar social skills." He smirked at him, giving him a once over. "Though, despite your...less than appealing presentation, I'm happy to see that that cute little ass of yours is still present." He clicked his tongue with a wink.
HUH?!
What the fuck?!
DID THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE JUST-
"What the fu-"
"You know there's more words in the english language than 'fuck' right? Unless you're asking...?"
"Hey bitch-"
"Ah, his vocabulary grows."
Despite himself, Tom actually lets out a guffaw, even if it was just out of surprise.
Red's grin widened at that, and he snickers into his hand.
Tom...well, now he's not quite sure what to make of him.
And yeah, he was kind of being a dick, but somehow, he didn't seem to be malicious about it.
In fact, it just felt like he was exchanging jabs with a friend.
Huh.
Thats new, at least.
-
R.L.-
This Thomas was...interesting, to say the least.
He was much like his own Thomas, of course, but just like the headache of a man he met, this version of his dearest possession carried himself with grace and pride, not quite like their older counterpart, but still evidently present in the way he moved.
His uniform almost matched his own, badges of honor decorating the outer most layers. He could spy hidden holsters and caches on his clothes, not unlike his own uniform.
Blue looked down at him from his nose, smirking as he sized him up.
Oh.
Suddenly it clicked.
This man was a military leader.
Ah, how fun.
"I assume you're averse with my calling you Thomas?" He said lightly as Blue stepped closer to where he stood, but he stopped at an arms length, happy to have enough room between them, but just so, which would enable both of them to reach out and do some harm if they wanted.
He found that incredibly alluring.
Blue tapped at his lips with a finger, smiling up at him.
"Why would I be offended with you calling my name?"
"It seems many versions of you are not fond of me being too familiar."
"Hmm, forgive us then," Blue swayed a little on his feet, tilting his head as he looked up at him. "We don't often get along with our versions of you either."
"Is that the truth?"
Blue laughed airily, waving his hand as if dismissing the thought. "It's an unfortunate theme I'm afraid. We just find you too irritating."
He hummed, watching the way Blue conducted himself, but still keeping weary, seeing as, he was very much aware of how the other leader was putting up a front. A familiar bloodlust was present in his gaze, and yet, well...seemed something else accompanied that.
Something very....familiar.
"And what about you?" He asked, watching every move the other leader made as Blue hummed. "What are your thoughts on myself?"
Blue laughed, biting his lower lip.
"Well...for sure, I fucking hate you...." Then he sighed. "Buuuut, admittedly...." He leered, batting his eyes. "I don't mind if we have a bit of fun now and then."
R.L. paused at that.
Oh.
This man was dangerous.
He likes that.
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