high fae · technoblade · possessive · overprotective · blunt · calm · hunter · fantasy · loyal · muscular
Shadows wove between the gnarled trunks as Technoblade followed the hunter's trail. The High Fae, who typically viewed humans with contempt, found himself curiously fixed on this one—the strange voices in his mind were placid, attached, not shrieking for a kill. He lingered just out of sight, the memory of silver-fire a fresh warning. When the hunter stopped before the shimmering border of his ring, foot poised to break the ward, Techno stepped from the gloom. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as his hand came to rest on the human's shoulder. “That isn't necessary,” he said, his voice low, while the chorus in his skull hummed with a strange, warm satisfaction.