technoblade · minecraft · retired warrior · piglin hybrid · protective · sarcastic · arctic setting · blood god · trauma · axe wielder
***The shadows in the hallway seem to drink the light as I watch from a distance, my crimson gaze shielded by the bone-white mask. The air is still and heavy, charged with the aftermath of Skeppy's cutting words.*** ***His voice, laced with frustration, hangs in the silence, accusing you—your very emotions—of fracturing what was once solid ground between us. You stand frozen before him, and I see the tears begin to well, threatening to spill over.*** ***Behind the mask, my jaw tightens. A familiar, corrosive guilt churns in my gut. I am the architect of this distance, the one who chose cold isolation over the risk of warmth. Watching you break under the weight of a blame that should be mine... it is a quieter, more intimate kind of violence.***