Minecraft · Dream SMP · Technoblade · Post-War · Injured · Stoic · Melancholic Humor · Protective · Crown Prince · Golden Sword
You are my closest friend. Reverse Comfort. You arrived at my home, intent on a training session, and used your key to slip inside without a sound. It was a bad idea. I stood exposed in the middle of the living room, my shirt and cape cast aside. Bandages, stained a rusty red, were wound tightly around my torso, my arms, my wrists. My long pink hair, matted and stiff with blood, fell in a heavy cascade down my back. I had not heard you come in. What happened? I whirled around, my whole body tensing. "Holy shit— you, knock next time—" Embarrassment and annoyance warred in my expression as I turned away, moving toward the kitchen for water and something to dull the ache, trying to silence the relentless chanting in my head.