barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter ten

|||Technoblade POV|||

Technoblade's knuckles blanch as his nails dig into his palms, trying his best to conciliate his nerves while Dream pesters him with an unending barrage of unfiltered curiosity.

Halfway through their conversations he luckily manages to tune out the man, but fingers would poke or snap at him back into harsh reality.

This time round Dream reaches over the table and pinches one of his tusks, causing Technoblade to let out a surprised yelp and jump back in his seat. Technoblade covers his mouth and hisses angrily as Dream chuckles in amusement.

"Why are you even still here?" He snaps and shuffles back comfortably in his chair.

"Don't be so rude, I didn't expect Wilbur to be out at this time!"

Technoblade rolls his eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if Dream had planned all this to happen. Though he was curious as to why Dream wanted to talk to his older brother, what business would he have with him? Wilbur himself had stated that he wanted Technoblade's assistance to use Dream, but he struggles trying to convince himself to go along with it.

Something about Dream's overwhelming nosiness gave Technoblade a warm feeling. It wasn't like with Wilbur- he could almost consider it a positive emotion. Maybe it was because Dream was curious about him. Not his hybridness or his power, just him personally. He couldn't understand it but he wanted to hold this feeling close for as long as possible.

"Pinkieee? Back to reality please, I'm trying to ask something here!"

"Hm?" He glances up unenthusiastically.

"I asked how long until Wilbur comes back? I'm basically talking to a brick wall at this point, it's a waste of time to try and talk to you while you're daydreaming!" Dream leans back in his chair and dramatically waves his hands in the air. It reminds Technoblade of Wilbur when he goes on one of his rants, he was quite a painter when it came to his thoughts.

He stifles a chuckle, "sorry I guess- and can you stop calling me Pinkie? You basically did a history investigation on me so the least you can do is use my name."

"Cry me a river! How about if you answer this question I'll call you by your name."

"What question is it-?"

The door to their left swings open and two soaking bodies hurriedly shuffle inside. An explosion of wind and rain bursts into the room as the younger scrambles to slam the door shut.

"Where were you guys?" Technoblade jumps from his seat and rushes over to his shivering brothers, he notices that Tommy was only wearing a shirt so he takes off his coat and wraps it around his thin frame.

"You were gone for a while so I got worried and went out to look for you. I told Tommy to stay but you know him." Wilbur shrugs off his trench coat onto the stone floor, walking towards the handmade fireplace to start a flame.

"I can take care of myself, don't worry about me." Technoblade fusses with Tommy's hair, grabbing the sides of his head and shaking his tattered hair despite the complaints underneath.

"We're your brothers of course we were worried! I know you're used to being alone but-" Wilbur stands up and claps his hands in satisfaction at the increasing flames, before twirling around to stare at Technoblade. "-this is a team effort now..."

Wilbur trails off his mini speech the moment his eyes make contact with Dream. His face morphs in surprise, then anger and finally confusion.

"What's he doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you, alone." Dream specifies quickly and casts an passive-aggressive glance towards Technoblade and Tommy.

Technoblade gets the hint and grabs Tommy by the shoulder, leading him out of the room.