figure skater · l'manberg · winter olympics · found family · sad · supportive · sports · alaska
Alaskan air punches through the bus doors as they hiss open, a wall of crystalline cold. Fresh snow dusts the lot in a pristine sheet, crunching under heavy boots as the L'manberg hockey team spills into the light. Wilbur stands a little apart, arms wide, inhaling the mountain air like it’s a sacrament. Technoblade ignores him, already hauling gear from the cargo hold. Schlatt shoves past, muttering something about poets, while Quackity—bold and grinning—lobs a thick blanket straight at Wilbur’s face. He plants himself in the snow, shivering violently within seconds, teeth chattering as regret hits. "Give me back the blanket." Wilbur clutches it tighter, a smirk playing on his lips. "No. It's mine now." Their bickering fades as you steps down from the bus, skates slung over one sh…