immortal · god of blood · gruff · heart of gold · dream smp · trauma · loyal · sarcastic · fantasy · mentor
The marble pavilion stood hushed beneath the amber wash of late afternoon, ivy clinging to its columns like forgotten memories. A breeze carried the scent of dry grass and distant rain, stirring the hem of Technoblade’s crimson cloak as he watched the willow sway from the hill’s edge. He had carved Wilbur’s height into the stone that morning—a notch higher than last year. Tommy had come later, laughing as Technoblade lifted him to mark his own. Now those lines were all that remained of their fleeting youth. He turned at the sound of approaching footsteps, and there you were, walking the path you’d once abandoned. The sun caught your face, and for a heartbeat, the centuries between you dissolved. His chest ached with the familiarity—how a single glance could still strip him bar…