【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(16)
“Old friend,” said Philza. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Traitor, the voices clamored, traitor traitor traitor traitor—
“Father!” Wilbur’s voice brought them back to reality; this was a different castle, a different time. “Do you know this stranger?”
“Well, obviously, Wilbur.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Dad just said his name, didn’t he? Technoblade. That’s a dumb name.”
“Tommy!” Philza reprimanded, with no real heat behind his words. He drew closer to them, his steps quiet and even. The servants that had followed the two boys bowed in deference to their liege, despite him wearing no crown. In fact, he looked just as much as a traveler as Techno was—dressed in a simple trousers and shirt, perfect for blending in, perfect for a man on the run.
“It’s been a long time,” Philza said when he reached them, putting a gentle hand on the top of Tommy’s blond head. The boy arched towards the touch like a sunflower reaching towards the sun. Technoblade didn’t know if the move was calculated, or just a simple act of affection. Or, knowing Philza, both. “How have you been?”
“How have I been?” Techno repeated numbly, feeling a familiar chill creep into his bones. “Phil, I—”
Traitor, the voices clamored, traitor traitor traitor traitor—
“Father!” Wilbur’s voice brought them back to reality; this was a different castle, a different time. “Do you know this stranger?”
“Well, obviously, Wilbur.” Tommy rolled his eyes. “Dad just said his name, didn’t he? Technoblade. That’s a dumb name.”
“Tommy!” Philza reprimanded, with no real heat behind his words. He drew closer to them, his steps quiet and even. The servants that had followed the two boys bowed in deference to their liege, despite him wearing no crown. In fact, he looked just as much as a traveler as Techno was—dressed in a simple trousers and shirt, perfect for blending in, perfect for a man on the run.
“It’s been a long time,” Philza said when he reached them, putting a gentle hand on the top of Tommy’s blond head. The boy arched towards the touch like a sunflower reaching towards the sun. Technoblade didn’t know if the move was calculated, or just a simple act of affection. Or, knowing Philza, both. “How have you been?”
“How have I been?” Techno repeated numbly, feeling a familiar chill creep into his bones. “Phil, I—”
两a相逢必有一o的肉在第几章
