Transangelic Exodus (Mcyt Oneshots,Mostly Angst)

6; hyacinths and carnations

Hyacinths and carnations

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Mentions of war, jealousy

hyacinths: yellow Hyacinths represent jealousy. Purple hyacinths represents apolagies. Pink and red carnations mean I miss you.

*Tommy POV*

Dooms day was quite a bit ago,I've moved on quite well. I'd say I still need some work on coping and shit,I was a child soldier after all. But to help cope I've grown a small garden! I've also been studying floriography. I want to talk to my big brother again,techno. I miss him. I regret betraying him,I wish I could go back in time. I have some flowers to give him,I hope this will be easier than talking.

I grab my bag and pick three flowers,carefully putting them in. I adjust the straps around my back and head out the door,to the artic empire. I make my way down the paths to my boat and I hop in,starting my journey to the tundra. I make it there in around an hour.

I hop out of my boat and start the trek up to Technos house, it's not very long but because it's so cold it sure feels like it. I make it up to the door and I knock,I hear 2 voices,one belonging to techno and the other sounds like..ranboo?

"Techno,come onnn!" "No,get off me memory boy!" "T- wait who knocked on the door?"

*Technos pov*

"Techno come onnn!" Ranboo says,dragging the "on". We're sitting on the couch and watching some movie while ranboo leans against me,trying to get me to do something. We've been sitting here and cuddling for a bit until ranboo got antsy. We went back and forth just pushing eachother a round when we heard a knock on the door,I walk up and go to the door,I look out the peep-hole. Tommy!? I open the door and he flinches a bit. "What is it Tommy?" "Uh,hi technoblade. I have these for you." He hands over 3 flowers and quickly runs off before I can say anything. I look down at them, a red carnation,yellow Hyacinth,and a purple hyacinth.

*Tommy POV*

I give him the flowers and run. I can feel the tears building up in my eyes but I don't do anything to stop them,I feel replaced. I got a glimpse of ranboo and techno,it's almost exactly what we would do.

I'm jealous,and rightfully so,I know techno better than ranboo,it's not fair. I know to tug on his arm when he's stressed and pull him in a hug because he likes the touch from those he cares about. I know to give him space when he says he needs some. I know his favourite books and movies. I know he likes to rant about interests he likes. I know his favourite drinks and foods. It's not fair.

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