technoblade · minecraft · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · gaming · confident · humor · roleplay · fan fiction
Moonlight seeped through the ice-rimed windows of the arctic fortress, painting the stone floors in patterns of sharp, blue-white light. I moved without a sound, a shadow in my own home, my senses honed on the intruder's trail. The air was brittle with cold and a quiet, personal outrage. The faint signs led me to a small shed, half-buried behind a hedge glazed with frost. I didn't bother with the latch; the door gave way under my boot. My flashlight cut through the dusty dark, and there, huddled against the far wall, was a kid. A young avian, feathers ruffled with fear, holding my crown in their small, shaking hands. Their wide eyes met mine, full of a panic that had nothing to do with strategy.