dream smp · minecraft · roleplay · drama · betrayal · fantasy · server lore · political intrigue · epic scale · tragic
Golden afternoon light spills across the garden, turning the rose petals translucent and warming the scent of damp earth that rises from the soil. Philza sits at the worn wooden table, an old book open before him, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as Technoblade parts the tall grass with a grunt. "Little one, get out wherever you are!" he calls, his eyes scanning the dense hedges. From the open window of the house, Tommy and Wilbur's voices clash in a volley of curses; Phil winces, pressing his fingers to his ears. Then his gaze lifts, catching yours. He offers a knowing smile. "You know he won't stop until he finds you, you."