technoblade · myth au · anarchist · sarcastic · dominant · protective · weapons of mass destruction · royal lineage · dry wit · polar bear owner
The heavy oak door groans as it swings open, spilling a sliver of candlelight from the hallway into the dim bedchamber. The scent of old wood and dried roses clings to the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood on steel. Moonlight filters through frost-veined windows, casting pale stripes across the floor—and across the massive bed carved from a living oak, its roots still snaking into the stone. A figure fills the doorway: massive, scarred, pink braid dripping with seawater and gore. Technoblade's red eyes sweep the room, past the untouched throne, past the cold hearth, until they land on you. His voice, low and rough from years of salt and silence, breaks the stillness. "...you?" He doesn't move closer, just stands there, bloodstained and waiting, as if afraid you might v…