~THƎ GⱯWIN⅁ GOᗡ~(Technoblade x Reader)

23. Quiet Dear. Quiet

I would just like to ask that everyone give Technoblade the support he needs, and to continue doing so. I'm not going to go in dept about anything, he has a video explaining everything, and I will be continuing the story how I had planned.
Anyways, there's an update just below this! |

Recap:

"Everything will be okay little calf. You're here now, not there. You're home and with those who love you, nothing they said is true. It's okay little calf. " A deep soft voice soothed as Y/N began to feel tired. The ringing no longer there as she allowed everyone's warmth to wrap around her as she let Techno's voice lull her to sleep.
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"All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his."
--Oscar Wilde

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Y/N's pov:

It had been two hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty-eight seconds since I had woken up and carefully slipped out of the arms of everyone's sleeping forms. It'd also been an hour since I found myself sitting under the old willow tree in the backyard. I seemed to have found myself leaning against the old tree once again. 'Once again, old pal. I guess some things truly never change. '

Sighing deeply, I forced my attention to one of the Willow's many branches. Admiring the intricate carving that had been done during a cold winter. The swoops and twist of design had been carefully made to appear as if it was actually alive. Rusalka. Though there were many different stories I could have carved into the tree, I chose one that I felt more at home with. The old Salvic tale, my father had told many times over, about an, almost, human like entity who help nourish crops by passing water over them.

"I suppose she was a water nymph. Though people can't seem to stop changing a story like they would clothes. Though one thing won't change, a woman's wrath is definitely not something I'd want to be directed towards me. " I laughed to myself as I thought about the heart break she had went through in Dvorak's depiction. Understanding completely why she'd turned into a spirit of death.

I learned my head back against the tree, closing my eyes and listening to the chirps of passing birds. Noticing the slight, cold, breeze as it lightly danced around. Enjoying the calming nature surrounding me. Though, of course, all good things always come to an end. Feeling the rush of anxiety wash over me, and shortly after I heard the back door to the deck open. I remained as I was and simply listened. A few moments of silence past before they closed the door and began walking across the deck. Noticing the sound they made as they did so. Light, soft and bearly any weight. I felt the corner of my lips twitch as I thought about who it could be. Eyes still shut.

Their steps didn't have much space between them so they were most likely shorter. Phil and Kristen were ruled out due to the habit they seem to have of announcing their presence before they decide to join someone. I could also rule out Wilbur and Tommy seeing as they take longer steps and both are usually loud. Techno would have made a nerdy joke by now to try and lighten the mood.
It was down to Tubbo and George...

I listened closer as each step was slow and cautious. Almost like prey sneaking past a sleeping predator. I smirked as I decided who I thought it was. The slight stumble in their steps as they walked down the steps only confirming it.