【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(36)
Technoblade reached back and ran his hands delicately over the elegant braid and the flowers woven into it. He hummed appreciatively, then caught himself before he could fully smile. Because he was still Technoblade, after all.
“Decent,” was his only comment.
“I’m not done yet!” Tommy said, and produced one more flower—a single yellow rose. “This one’s my favorite,” he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade’s ear, the one that had the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, “because it means friendship.”
Technoblade stiffened. His mouth opened and closed, like he was trying to breathe but forgot how, before he finally said, “Are we friends, then?”
Tommy stood and brushed grass from his pants. “Well, obviously.”
“Obviously?”
“Oh, hey!” The sudden excitement in Tommy’s tone caught both Technoblade and Wilbur’s attention. He began waving to someone in the distance, his smile as bright as life itself. “It’s Dad and Mama!”
Mother? Wilbur was on his feet at once, his heart hammering in his chest like a moth set aflame. Sure enough, there was Mother, out in the sun once more, for the first time in over a year. Wilbur took in a shaky inhale, not daring to breathe again, as if the image before him would dissipate like smoke: Mother, smiling at them, as she walked arm-in-arm with Father through the garden.
“Decent,” was his only comment.
“I’m not done yet!” Tommy said, and produced one more flower—a single yellow rose. “This one’s my favorite,” he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade’s ear, the one that had the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, “because it means friendship.”
Technoblade stiffened. His mouth opened and closed, like he was trying to breathe but forgot how, before he finally said, “Are we friends, then?”
Tommy stood and brushed grass from his pants. “Well, obviously.”
“Obviously?”
“Oh, hey!” The sudden excitement in Tommy’s tone caught both Technoblade and Wilbur’s attention. He began waving to someone in the distance, his smile as bright as life itself. “It’s Dad and Mama!”
Mother? Wilbur was on his feet at once, his heart hammering in his chest like a moth set aflame. Sure enough, there was Mother, out in the sun once more, for the first time in over a year. Wilbur took in a shaky inhale, not daring to breathe again, as if the image before him would dissipate like smoke: Mother, smiling at them, as she walked arm-in-arm with Father through the garden.
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