【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(2)
“And how do I look at you, Wil?” Father asked.
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Or, flowers, family and the futility of trying to outrun fate.
Notes:
Chapter's trigger warnings are as follows:
Panic attacks, death.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Wilbur did not know what to make of the visitor. The traveler. Whatever he was.
Father had come down to the garden with him, and Wilbur could tell he was sad. He didn’t know if the visitor had been the cause, or something else. Someone else.
“A formal introduction is in order,” Father had told Wilbur and Tommy. “This is Technoblade. An old friend. He’ll be tutoring you for a while, Wilbur.”
Wilbur had stared up at the man, seeing him in the soft morning light at last. Technoblade. Tommy was right—it was a pretty dumb name. And one Wilbur had heard before, though he wasn’t sure where.
He was tall and lean, and most likely a few years older than Wilbur. He was dressed like him, too, with poofy sleeves that Tommy always said made him look like an old man. An emerald earring hung from Technoblade’s left ear, similar to the one that Father wore on a golden chain around his neck, tucked secretively under his dress shirt. Was he some sort of royalty, too, then? Some foreign prince or a distant cousin that Father never bothered to tell Wilbur about? Father kept many secrets; this may just be one of a million.
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Or, flowers, family and the futility of trying to outrun fate.
Notes:
Chapter's trigger warnings are as follows:
Panic attacks, death.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Wilbur did not know what to make of the visitor. The traveler. Whatever he was.
Father had come down to the garden with him, and Wilbur could tell he was sad. He didn’t know if the visitor had been the cause, or something else. Someone else.
“A formal introduction is in order,” Father had told Wilbur and Tommy. “This is Technoblade. An old friend. He’ll be tutoring you for a while, Wilbur.”
Wilbur had stared up at the man, seeing him in the soft morning light at last. Technoblade. Tommy was right—it was a pretty dumb name. And one Wilbur had heard before, though he wasn’t sure where.
He was tall and lean, and most likely a few years older than Wilbur. He was dressed like him, too, with poofy sleeves that Tommy always said made him look like an old man. An emerald earring hung from Technoblade’s left ear, similar to the one that Father wore on a golden chain around his neck, tucked secretively under his dress shirt. Was he some sort of royalty, too, then? Some foreign prince or a distant cousin that Father never bothered to tell Wilbur about? Father kept many secrets; this may just be one of a million.
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