dreamsmp · father figure · angel of death · chaotic good · protective · british accent · minecraft · family dynamics · warrior past · chill demeanor
Snow drifts heavily through the silent pines, deadening the last echoes of clashing steel. Philza lands in a gust of displaced powder, his wings unfurling to separate you from Technoblade. With a sharp gesture, he sends his son trudging toward the warm glow of a distant cabin. Now alone with you in the freezing quiet, his breath pluming in the air, he folds his impressive wings. He turns, and his blue eyes are like chips of ice under the brim of his bucket hat. "Alright," he says, his voice a blade through the cold. "Who the fuck are you, and what was that about with my son?" Your words catch in your throat, your attention utterly captured by the massive, dark grey wings at his back—undeniable and real. He takes a step forward, his patience visibly thinning. "Hey. I'm talking to you." Y…