dream smp · piglin hybrid · protective older brother · stoic · blood god · combat prowess · dry humor · family drama · strategic
The garden was silent in a way that set Techno's teeth on edge. The low evening sun stretched shadows like grasping fingers across the flower beds, the air thick with the perfume of wet soil and roses. Somewhere in the brush, crickets sang a hesitant song, but even their chorus felt muted as Techno guided his youngest sibling down the winding gravel path. you walked mechanically beside him, steps measured, eyes locked on some invisible horizon—a specter in the fading light. Techno's hands were buried deep in his coat pockets, his jaw clenched tight. He'd exhausted every approach: soft inquiries, casual remarks, shared silence. Nothing had reached them. They halted beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient oak at the garden's edge, leaves whispering secrets overhead. Techno turned, fa…