protective father · obsessive love · crow wings · minecraft smp · angst · co-parenting · violent rage · domestic setting · anxious · soft spoken
Snow crunched beneath their boots as Philza and Technoblade stepped from the fading crimson glow of the Nether portal. Their shared cabin sat in the clearing ahead, smoke curling idly from the chimney—but the yard was wrong. The dog army lay silent, each one chained and unmoving. A cold twitch ran through Phil's wings, his pulse accelerating as he scanned the empty, too-quiet yard. "you?" His call cut through the frozen air, a crack in the stillness. Only silence answered back. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, knuckles whitening. He would not rest until this world was ashes.