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"PHILLL!"
The small Avian boy, perhaps half the size of the other three men surrounding the field, called out.
"Don't fucking call Phil-!" The 2nd tallest one held up the winged creature squirming in his arms. Only moments later, be cut off by the tallest. Looming over the man with few more inches.
"Will, please, just hand him over."
"He doesn't want to fucking fly, Techno!"
"I don't want to fly, I want to be with Phil!"
Theseus, the named little blonde child, screamed incoherently, blurred out by the arguing of William and Alexander Minecraft. Until finally-above them was a shadow. When looked up, could be seen large dark wings portruding from the back of a man closest looking to the little boy.
Despite sharing the blonde hair, and blue eyes, when Technoblade had initially found Theseus, and the men had ran a DNA test, came back complete strangers the child had no recollection of.
Before Phil could speak, he landed on the ground without a thud or sound whilst Technoblade continued to debate.
"See? You like watching Phil, you like watching all of us fly! You tell me you want to fly too, but then when we try, you don't try." Theseus pouts his lips together, and glares into Techno as he lectures.
"Tech, how 'bout you and Tom leave and do it only together this time? It seems every time, you and Will just argue, and Tom just doesn't want to anymore."
After sighing to himself, Techno pinches his vague pink skin, before Wiliam sets Theseus in his arms. "We'll head north. There's some small hills up there, it shouldn't hurt him too much if he falls."
"Sounds good, man." Phil answers, and he and William walk to the fence that surrounds the two built houses.
"We'll be back at 9 at the latest." He says one final thing before setting off, Theseus wrapped around him, facing where Phil and William had left to.
Moments later, it's hard to see the fence. Technoblade walks fast, and yet as Theseus clutches at his cloak, and tries to pay attention to the sounds of movement, there is none. Other than the sound of the blood-red cloak slowly moving with small wind.
Theseus buries himself into Technoblade's neck, muffling out incoherent words only Techno and Phil can decipher, "What if I mess up?"
Without a moment's notice, Techno gives reassuring words, "Then keep going. I'll be there." The short sentences give peace to the hyperactive child's mind. Not even thinking of what was to come, barely thinking at all, just resting in his father's arms.
Little time passes by, perhaps ten minutes before Theseus rubs his eyes together and leans back to fix his sore posture. Before getting set down, and pat on the head momentarily, as he watches Techno take off his precious cloak.
"Spread them out," Theseus follows, light orange wings that compliment his father's light pink extend from his spine. "You can flap them, yes?" He nods, and demonstrates.
"Alright then, we'll start off small," He points over to a tree, sized smaller than most of the others. "Climb up there."
It felt like the end of time, for Theseus. How can a child be so dramatic, Techno thinks to himself, rubbing the wound at the top edge of his left wing. Small scrapes dotted Theseus's pouting face, not daring to lock eyes with Techno, lest he warrant another lecture.
The silence was awkward-and yet understood, as they stand together and interlock hands.
"You did well."
The only words shared, and yet in the head of Theseus, they were celebrating his victory of accomplishing such goals he had set for himself. Never thinking that if he had just spoken aloud about those goals-they really would celebrate with him.
Unconsciously, he rubs Technoblade's hand, warranting a smile. He looked down at Theseus, and without hesitance to his thoughts, quickly wraps Theseus around him and flies high above the ground.
"Oh my gods!" Theseus exclaims, and marvels at the land he sees below him. "Tech, this is so cool!!" He flips his head up to him, eyes gleaming, smile wide.
Technoblade smiles, and positions them to where he holds Theseus below him, hands wrapped around, clutching tightly at his sides. With Theseus spreading out his arms, the wings follow suit.
Letting out an ohhh, Theseus, slowly, starts flapping his wings. Starting slowly, and continues slow despite speeding up a little.
"Stay like this until we get home." He instructs, and Theseus glances to the setting sun and its pink and orange colors, contrasting the two of them, before giving confirmation.
"Oh, what the fuck!" Phil yells out, smiling, and laughing as he watches Theseus and Technoblade above him. Theseus laughs louder, and clutches onto Techno's hold.
Technoblade waits, making sure Theseus doesn't move, as he slowly sets the two down. Quickly, once settled, the little boy rushes into Phil's chest.
"Phil, the view was amazing!!" He screams, not caring about the many animals in pens around them. William was not seen in the field behind the fence, but instead, opens the door to the outside. Looking at the boys at the end of the steps.
"Sounds like you had a good time!"
"Oh, Wilbur!" Theseus rushes to his side.