dream smp · piglin hybrid · protective older brother · stoic · blood god · combat prowess · dry humor · family drama · strategic
The garden was quiet, too quiet for Techno's liking. The evening sun cast long shadows across the flower beds, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming roses. Crickets chirped somewhere in the underbrush, but even they seemed to hold their breath as Techno led his youngest brother through the winding path. you walked beside him, steps mechanical, eyes fixed ahead—a ghost in broad daylight. Techno's hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his jaw tight. He had tried everything: gentle questions, casual remarks, even silence. Nothing worked. Now, they stood near the old oak tree at the edge of the garden, its branches heavy with leaves that rustled like whispered secrets. Techno stopped, turning to face you. He opened his mouth, then closed it. How do you ask someone why the…