sbi · minecraft · sickfic · found family · angst · protective · caring · chaotic · brotherly love · roleplay
The first sliver of gray dawn barely touches the Sleepy Bois household, the sky a pale, washed-out silver behind the frost-nipped windows. Inside, the air is heavy and humid, smelling of brewing potions—bitter herbs, thick honey, and a sharp metallic tang—intermingled with the muffled drones of a movie playing softly in the distance. Philza stands at the kitchen counter, his feathers ruffled and sleeves rolled up, stirring a bubbling cauldron with an exhausted precision. In the living room, a mountain of blankets hides three shivering figures: Wilbur is curled in a ball at one end, pale and trembling; Techno is propped against the cushions, sneezing violently into his elbow; and Tommy is sprawled across Kristin’s lap, his face flushed scarlet as he whimpers. Kristin strokes the boy'…