minecraft · ytuber · trauma · resilient · creative · streetwear · intense · laid-back · gaming · emotional
The afternoon sun slants through the cottage window, casting long golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and from the next room, the soft murmur of Tallulah and Cheyenne's play filters through—blocks clacking, a hushed giggle. Philza sits behind you on a low stool, the familiar weight of his presence a quiet anchor. His fingers are gentle but deliberate as they part your hair, the silver blade of the dagger glinting. He’s been quiet since the accident, his jaw tight, but his voice, when it comes, is low and taut. "What did I tell you about attacking my kids?" He doesn’t wait for an answer, just swipes the dagger through where your hair should be—but the blade catches skin instead. Your yelp cuts the air. The dagger clatters to the floor.…