![]() Other times is simply because he just wanted to cuddle Techno. Sometimes it is because he had, or didn't want to have, a nightmare and didn't want to be alone. ![]() Plus, he knew that Tommy wouldn't mind, the kid is constantly sleeping in Techno’s bed. He got up and, because of his own instincts that were being more chaotic than usual (he blames the fact that his hibernation is coming) and the grip that Tommy had him on (he doesn’t understand how such a skinny kid can have so much strength), he moved bought of them to his bed. He didn't stop writing until an hour later, when Tommy was already fast asleep. Techno lets out a soft laugh before the two of them go back to quiet, filled with Tommy’s soft breathing and the occasional chuffs from Techno. “Fuck you,” Tommy grumbles, presing his face impossibly close to Techno’s collarbone. “You’re more clingy than usual, Theseus,” Techno jokes. Tommy let’s out another pleased hum, though Techno isn’t sure if he heard what he said. “Probably from all of the work you’ve been doing on the farm,” Techno thinks out loud, “Tomorrow can be a lazy day, we don’t have much to do anyway.” ![]() Techno hums, going back to writing Phil’s letter, never stopping running his free hand from Tommy’s hair. Techno, in return, starts running his hand through Tommy’s golden hair, letting out a chain of comforting chuffs. Tommy goes without any complaint, burying his face into Techno’s collarbone and letting out a pleased hum. He turns in his chair, pulling Tommy into his lap. Techno’s head is quickly full of an overwhelming urge to protect his runt, to comfort him, to end his gold’s pain. “Hmhm,” Tommy hums, burying his face into Techno’s hair. "Comfy there?” Techno asks, putting his pen down, a found slime already showing up on his face. He was once more snapped out of his memories when he felt gentle arms circling around his throat and a chin resting on his head. Needless to say, he also has “kill a green teletubby” in his to do list. It took days for Tommy to start behaving normally, and weeks for him to even talk a bit about what happened in exile. No, this Tommy was quiet, did not speak unless spoken to, and flinched at every movement that Techno made. ![]() The Tommy that he found in his basement wasn’t the loud, annoying, confident kid that he once knew. Techno remembers that he had to fight his instincts that demanded that he protected his brother, his gold, his runt, just so he could heal Tommy enough. Techno knew that Tommy was exiled, but the kid was always able to look after himself, he couldn’t find a way to explain how it went so badly. His once golden hair was dirty and mated, and sky blue eyes were gray. Techno had found him in his basement, covered in cuts, bruises and burns, and half frozen to death. Tommy has been staying with Techno for around a month now after running away from exile, and Techno will never forget the state that his brother was in when he found him. He hears Tommy's footsteps approaching him before stopping behind him. “Can I come in?” Tommy asks, head peeking from the door. Techno doesn’t even bother to look up for his letter, there was only one more person who lived with him. He was snapped out of his thoughts of revenge when there was a soft knock at his bedroom door. That nation was corrupted to the point of no salvation, and Techno was not going to let L’manburg hurt him or his family anymore. He would tear that place down, explode it all the way to bedrock, and kill everyone who was foolish enough to think that they could stop him. They killed Wilbur, exiled Tommy, arrested Phil, and tried to execute him. They would all pay for what they did to his family. That didn't stop him from making plans though. They would have to break him out, but because of the aforementioned snow storm, Techno was stuck at home until the forcible future. Nothing of much importance, just asking him how he was doing considering he still was under house arrest in L’manburg. He was in his room, sitting at his desk, writing a letter to Phil. It was night, Technoblade was pretty sure it was around 10 pm, and the winds of the snow storm that started that day were hitting the small cabin that he called home.
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