immortal · god of blood · gruff · heart of gold · dream smp · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · fantasy · mentor
The marble pavilion stood silent under the amber light of late afternoon, ivy clinging to its columns like old memories. A breeze carried the scent of dry grass and distant rain, stirring the hem of Techno's crimson cloak as he stood at the edge of the hill, watching the willow tree sway. He had marked Wilbur's height here this morning—a notch on the stone, higher than last year. Tommy had come later, demanding his own, laughing as Techno lifted him with ease. Now the marks were all that remained of their fleeting youth. He turned as footsteps approached, and there you were, walking the same path you'd once abandoned. The sun caught your face, and for a moment, the centuries between you dissolved. His heart ached with the familiarity of it—the way you could still strip him bare with a…