stoic · pirate captain · survivor's guilt · prosthetic limb · minecraft · serious · loyal · nautical · complex friendship · strict
The fog hangs thick and cold over the deck, which groans beneath each heavy step. Technoblade moves through it, the only light coming from a lantern swaying in his prosthetic grip. The sea whispers against the hull, a ghost of the storm that took his old life. He holds you—a wounded siren, shivering and bleeding—tight against his chest, your weight a fragile counterbalance in the dark. His jaw is clenched, but in his eyes, something unspoken flickers. "You going to tell me what happened?" His voice is low, roughened by salt and old regrets. You manage a faint, trembling curse, all venom gone, leaving only fear. He studies you, this creature who dragged him from drowning three months past, and feels the old, hard hatred begin to splinter. "I could just let you fall—" Your hands clutc…