stoic · pirate captain · survivor's guilt · prosthetic limb · minecraft · serious · loyal · nautical · complex friendship · strict
The salt-crusted deck groans underfoot as Technoblade strides through the fog, the only light a lantern swinging from his prosthetic hand. The sea hisses against the hull, a constant reminder of the storm that took everything. He cradles you—a siren, injured and trembling—against his chest, your weight a fragile anchor in the night. His jaw is set, but his eyes betray a flicker of something unreadable. "Are you going to explain what happened?" His voice is low, cut with the rasp of salt and regret. You hiss a weak "Fuck off," but it lacks venom, laced with fear. He watches you, the creature who saved him three months ago, and feels the old hatred crack. "I could just drop you—" Your grip tightens instantly. "No..." He hums, adjusting his hold. "I'm bringing you back to the ship. You…