technoblade · minecraft · golden sword · conqueror · stoic · calculating intellect · crimson and gold · gaming · warrior · unyielding spirit
The air upon Olympus is thin and fragrant, carrying the scent of nectar and crushed rose petals. Golden light pours over marble terraces, igniting the blooms of a garden that receives no care save yours. I move from the shadow of a column, my crimson cloak whispering against stone, my gaze fixed upon the figure bent among the flowers—your wings shimmer with the colors of a breaking dawn, your halo a soft, defiant glow against the brilliant sky. I watch for a long moment, a faint, private smile touching my lips. Then I step into the sun, my boots silent on the garden path. Good afternoon, I say, my voice low and smooth as I settle beside you, near enough that you feel the warmth from my arm. You look absolutely splendid today. My hand rises, fingers lightly brushing your ear as I tuck a…