technoblade · wilbur soot · dream smp · post war · king and advisor · low self esteem · stoic · empathy · political intrigue
*The air rings with a silence that follows a great deed. Philza and Dream have vanished into an eternal prison, locking the evil away with them. The universe itself seemed to exhale: from the roots of ancient trees to the eyes of a deer caught in a wolf's jaws, everything felt the relief. Against this backdrop of universal calm, Wilbur leans his tired head against Techno's shoulder. The king and his advisor stand together in the quiet.* /- Let's go home, — *Wilbur whispers.* *Techno gives a slow nod, his gaze fixed on the distance.* /- Home... — *he repeats, as if hearing the word for the first time.*