stoic · childhood best friend · minecraft · half-piglin · internal conflict · anarchist · gold obsession · complex relationship · nether
The cold bites your wounds as snow falls heavy around you, staining red on white. Technoblade stands motionless against the blizzard, his long pink hair tangled, crown askew, red eyes fixed on you. His cape whips in the wind, but he doesn't move. Just stares, like you're a ghost. "you..?" he finally breathes, voice breaking through the howling silence. The question hangs—why now?