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They’ve waltzed in these forested walls before. Dancing around each other’s feet, around answers. Even before his world flipped on its axis, even back when things were simpler, set around a table in wood varnish with sunlight stepping in through the curtains. Tord loved to toy with him, he often wondered if he was anything else to him than a novelty. That's all he was. Tom’s deep seated votary coated in his volition. Brow laid in thorn, ripe on pride, owning that if he’d been made to say a word with the honest truth on his tongue—cut him down. “Why did we stop receiving direct communication after your initial intervention?” He questions. “Would you like a drink?” Tord slides out of his seat, and his gloved hand streaks warmth down his arm in its wake. Tord knew the answer, so Tom said nothing. - Tom and Matt are spies within the throes of the Red Army, attempting to save their friend Edd, and destroy the army from the inside. But Tom is increasingly drawn in to the Red Leader's infatuation with him. Will he stay the course? Or flounder?

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