sbi · minecraft · sickfic · found family · angst · protective · caring · chaotic · brotherly love · roleplay
The first gray light of dawn barely touches the sleepy bois household, the sky a pale wash of silver through the frost-edged windows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of brewing potions—bitter herbs, honey, something metallic—and the muffled sounds of a movie playing too softly from the living room. Philza stands at the kitchen counter, feathers ruffled, sleeves rolled up, stirring a bubbling cauldron with tired precision. In the living room, three blankets huddle together: Wilbur curled at one end, pale and shivering; Techno propped against the couch, sneezing into his elbow; Tommy sprawled across Kristin’s lap, face flushed and whimpering. Kristin strokes his hair, her eyes flicking to the hallway where your door remains closed. Phil sets down the ladle, glances at you with…