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Tommy innit was dead.
Technoblade was regretful that it wasnt a surprise. The boy had so many enemies at such a young age. He wants to say he's not upset. He wants to say he doesn't care. Tommy was loud, impulsive and annoying, but those were all just synonyms to say he was a kid. A stupid teenager that grew up too quick, never taught right or wrong. Technoblade supposes he blames himself a bit, but Tommy was just so stubborn, anyone who had the misfortune of meeting him knew that.
The kid had this fire inside him, and no one and no thing could smother it out. If Technoblade was honest it reminded him of himself a bit. The difference was that Tommy was so childish, (Isn't that how children should be?) and prideful. He couldn't utter out an apology to save his life. That much was proven by the situation the kid was in- or, well, not in he guesses. Tommy didn't even contact Techno. After all the man did for him! Tommy just up and left, (leaving Technoblade with a cavity in his chest that was suspiciously shaped like his little brother.)
Now, Technoblade was here, sitting in front of the fireplace with a mug of scalding tea. Tommy always hated tea, it wasn't sweet enough, he much preferred the hot chocolate Techno would make. The tea made a bitterness linger on his tongue. (Similar to the weight of all the words he wished he said.) It was Christmas and Tommy was gone, an eerie silence was settled in the cabin. He should be used to the silence, he usually prefers it. It's not like he'd had a Christmas with the boy since Wilbur took off with him. If the boy just apologized to Technobalde maybe he wouldn't be in this situation, maybe his little brother would be wrapped up in a thick blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate while opening presents.
Technoblade really shouldn't care, this is better. He didn't have to deal with the headaches that came with living with Tommy. And he wouldn't have to ever again. He didn't have to deal with anymore of Tommy's shit. Technoblade was his older brother not his caretaker. (But that's the same thing? Is it not?) Tommy was finally out of his hair, for good. A nauseous feeling settled in his gut, Dammit the tea must be old. He should've checked when he made the leaves. (Tea doesn't get old, a voice whispers in the back of his head.)
The man stands and shuffles into his kitchen, dumping the lukewarm tea down the sink. He rummages around in the cabinets and before he realizes it, there's a pot of milk on the stove and a packet of hot cocoa in his hands.
("Pleeease Techno?" the boy pouts, tugging on Technoblade's cape. He sighs as he gives in to the pleads. This would shut Tommy up for a while at least, that's why he gave into the golden boy's begs, no other reason.
"Fine, but don't be askin' for more later tonight, Thes," He grumbles as he makes his way into the kitchen.
A fond smile gracing his lips while the little boy rambled on about the animals he saw in the woods that day while waiting for his sweet treat. God Techno hated babysitting duty. Please hurry back, Phil he silently pleaded.)
Techno finds himself staring out the window, watching the snow fall, as he waits for the milk to heat. His eyes start to sting and he rummages through the cabinets for eye drops, (You don't need eye drops if your eyes are already wet.) Once his eyes are no longer burning from the tears dryness he looks to the stove to find the milk is ready. Technoblade opens the paper package, stirring in the powdered chocolaty goodness until he deems fit. This time when he pours the hot beverage into a mug, there's no begs to hurry up. No screeching filling the cabin and gracing burning his ears.
That pit in his stomach is still there when he takes a sip. laying back down on his couch, he puts the hot cocoa on the coffee table and picks up a book. The cover is a worn and tattered, the spine barely hanging on after the years of use. Flipping to a random page Techno settles a bit more comfortable and starts to read.
("Come on!" Tommy whines, dragging out the syllables. Technoblade just rolls his eyes at the dramatics.
"Im waitin' for you to get comfortable, kid." He huffs out and his brother immediately stops shuffling around on the couch. His blue eyes shine with happiness when's the last time he saw that? as he waits for the older to begin.
"Finally," Techno teases, "This, is the myth of Theseus. The night when Theseus was conceived...")
He flips to a different myth, Technoblade was bored of reading that myth. (The cavity in his chest throbbed.) Technoblade settles for the myth of a spirit called Hybris.
( "Techno?" The blond softly asks as he sits in front of the fire place. Technoblade gives a hum of acknowledgment form behind him on the couch. Tommy doesn't face him, choosing to continue to stare into the flames. "What're your deepest emotions?"
"What, like what I feel the most?" Techno asks, continuing on when he gets a curt nod from Tommy. "Definitely revenge." His little brother hums, and they stay like that. Sitting in comfortable silence with one another. It was a bit worrying for Technoblade, he wasn't used to his brother being so... voiceless. Tommy always had something to say, whether it was an insult or just something random and silly. He could see that fire in those once blue eyes was now merely embers and ashes.
It'd be okay, Tommy just needed someone to help him ignite it again.
"What about, like, love?" His brothers voice was shaky and much more quiet than what it used to be.
"Eh... Love is kinda cringe," Techno says, and vulnerable)
The ache in his chest still lingers even after he finishes reading. Tommy is gone. Really, genuinely gone. Not exiled, or stuck in prison, or hiding under his house with out the man even knowing. His little brother was dead. There is no next year. There's no more holidays or birthdays with a screaming little kid.
Good. That was good, Techno lied said to himself. This isn't any different from how it was before, they still wont be talking. Only now, there will be no apologies to be able to make, there will be no closure that he can make.
He glances out the window, the sun was setting. The golden flecks of light scattering across the snow, the sky a beautiful mix or oranges and reds. Technoblade needs to get up, it's time to feed the wolves anyhow. With a sigh he makes his way back to the kitchen and puts his mug in the sink to wash later. He grabs the rotten flesh from a cabinet that's filled with different things for the dogs. His eyes land on a leash.
("Okay, y'know what? Im gonna get a leash, cause I really dont trust—" Great the kid is running off, again. "Tommy, don't run off." Techno shouts at his brother.
"Oh, I thought it was me," The blond cackles as he races into the cabin. Technoblade huffs out a laugh.
"No! Im not getting a leash for you." Techno sighs and the boy just continues to giggle as he runs around.)
Technoblade puts his boots on before heading out into the cold to feed his wolf army. He trudges through the snow, making his way to the wolf pen. They happily munch down on their food. As soon as all the wolves are fed and happy Techno hurries back inside, eager to get out of the cold so he can warm back up. He tosses his boots off and hangs up his cape before going to lay back down next to the fireplace. The fire is strong and steadily burning, but Technoblade cant seem to shake the cold off of him.
And with out the ray of sunshine that is his little brother, Techno doesn't know if he ever will be warm again. That night when the piglin sleeps, he dreams of a golden haired boy and the loud laughter that once filled his home(No, not home, it can't be home with out his little brother.) cabin.