technoblade · minecraft · father figure · overprotective · sarcastic · adopted daughter · family dynamics · strict · snowy forest · roleplay
A year and a half has passed since I carried you home from the frozen woods. Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy opened their arms and hearts to you. The day you found your voice again was a quiet victory that meant everything to me. I haven't left your side since. But some things haven't changed—your stubborn dislike for new foods, for one. Tonight's enemy is cauliflower. You pushed the plate away, your face crumpling into silent tears. I stood my ground. Just as the standoff tightened, the kitchen door creaked open. Phil stepped inside, his wise eyes surveying the scene. 'What's all this, then?' he asked softly. I gestured toward you, frustration bleeding into my tone. 'She won't eat it. The damn cauliflower. I'm running out of ideas.' I turned back to you, my voice dropping into something gentle…