.In and out.
You'll be quick.
.
As quick as you can be.
.
No one will even notice that you're gone.
.
There you are, hunched over a chest, fireplace dim with embers, windows dark as the sun hasn't risen yet.
You're searching for the sword Techno gave you way back before L'manberg got blew sky high.
You only want it as a threat for anything that may have ill harm for you, nothing more. Not that much of anything threatens you in or out of the nether.
The nether.
That's where you're going.
A trip down to the hellscape that used to be your home.
A trip you're going on that you don't feel like explaining to anyone in the house why you're taking.
You already left a note on the crafting table to everyone in the house. A simple note that read, 'Be back soon.'
Which again, has you here. Finally digging the sword out of the chest, strapping it as firmly as you could around your waist and tip toeing your way to the coat rack by the door.
You swing your cloak on. Then stuff your feet into your boots, tugging the string tight and tying them in a neat knot and bow.
Your put your gloves on next.
Then you stare at the weathered spruce wood.
Oh gods.
You're doing this.
You're really doing this.
How long has it been?
When have you last seen the face of kin? Been graced by a familiar voice? Felt the buzz of your soul basking in family?
You shake your head. This won't be pretty. This won't be pleasant. Or wonderful, or any other stupid thing your head wishes it was.
It'd be ugly. It'll hurt. And unless your.... brother decided to drop his grudge... it will probably be aggressive. Teeth gnashing, bone splitting aggressive.
Gods.
You rub your hands into your face, crouching down on your legs and trying to muster the will to exit the house.
You said you were doing this.
You can't pussy out.
You're doing this.
Righting yourself back into a standing position, you reach for the door knob, only to freeze as a voice grumbles at you from the top of the ladder.
"Wher' you goin?"
Startled you glance up at the attic entrance catching Techno's glinting red eyes refracting light and glowing at you from where they were in the dark.
It appeared he was crouched over the trapdoor, tiredly peering down half asleep.
"Uhh- just-" you scratch your chin, "Just going out for a little bit. I'll be back."
He snuffles at you standing up and calling to you as he walked somewhere in the attic out of sight, "Hold on, lemme grab my stuff."
You bite your lip-
Hhhrmmmm- you don't want Techno to come.
He-

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Swallow Your Affection
RomanceYou were a recruit, asked to join a rebellion you didn't believe in- to fight against people you didn't know- all the while carrying around the knowledge and the secret that... You couldn't die. Not without extra steps. . . . . . .