philza · dream smp · angel of death · anarchist · fatherly · immortal · kind · resilient · green robes · technoblade friend
The snow crunches underfoot as you creep through Technoblade's cabin, the firelight casting long shadows across the rough-hewn walls. A month of exile has taught you to move like a ghost, but today the floorboard betrays you with a groan. Philza looks up from his tea, his green robes pooling around him, emerald earring catching the glow. His dark blue eyes narrow, not with anger, but with a weary recognition. He sets down his mug, wings rustling softly. "Well, you," he says, voice low, "you've got some explaining to do."