Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Masque of the green death (Pt.1)

Outside in the streets, common people were freezing in the cold, dreary weather, the daylight having left with many of their moods, but Technoblade didn't care about them, he was merely excited for the grand ball he was hosting. A lot of planning had gone into it, making sure the place was bursting with food, expensive alcohol, and the most influential people around, and while he wasn't a fan of the snow falling outside, he'd be inside with the light from crystal chandeliers and dancing crowds, so it wouldn't matter.

Guests slowly arrived at the mansion and the space filled up. He didn't recognize everyone he invited, but such was the life a host, the only important thing was their fancy, embroidered outfits that flaunted their wealth. Many people came up to talk to him, filling his pride and validating the time, money and energy he had spent. Gazing at the sea of people in triumph, he feasted on the hor'dourves pumped out from his kitchen.

The day went on, food, music, and alcohol as it's lifeblood, waves of expensive fabric and constellations of jewels filling the room. This was the accumulation of his power, the display of his wealth, the life he had worked at to achieve, it didn't matter if he didn't know his guests, or if the only reason he could bear the thick, warm air was the chilly drafts from outside, this was his Magnus opus.

As he stood there, sipping on champagne in his intricately decorated red coat and excessive ruffles of silk, he saw an unusual figure standing in the midst of the dance floor. It was dressed entirely in green and wore a mask, a stark contrast to the shining gems embroidered into vividly patterned fabrics that surrounded the figure. Additionally, it wasn't dancing, only standing there, looking at him.

Confused, Techno stood still while the figure slowly moved towards him as if the crowd around them didn't exist. As they got closer, he saw the fake smile on the mask and the flat green cloak without a hint of detail, embellishment, or even sewing seams. When the figure was almost in front of him, he also noticed how perfectly clean it was, no stains, smudging, or even the suggestion of wear, which any of the people around them would no doubt give their lives to achieve. Added on to the way the figure moved, they looked ethereal.

Finally, the figure stood in front of him, eye to eye, and it seemed like the rest of the party vanished. Something drew him to this figure who hid everything about themselves, something primordial, something that felt like fate, destiny. Techno stared into the abyss of the mask so much that he could only see out of the corner of his eye when a white gloved hand appeared from the green fabric, palm up in invitation.

Instinctually, he grabbed it and was immediately pulled into an energetic dance. The figure took the lead before he knew it, gripping his shoulder blade in a way that let them control him, move him how they wanted. While Techno had never been the follow before, it came naturally to be putty in the figure's arms. They danced all across the ballroom floor, spinning and flying and almost running around, letting the figure's green cloak ruffle out around them, flowing as if it was an air current.

All the while, Techno held onto their shoulder, which was wide and sturdy, betraying the muscle under the featureless cloak. Their hand, too, was firm and strong, though also graceful and full of movement as it expertly spun him, flung him around, pulled him close. Whenever they would separate for a second, it felt empty and cold.

Techno wasn't aware of how long they danced, but they eventually came to a conclusion during a high energy part of the song, the figure spinning them both around at ever faster speeds, bodies close, an exhilarating cacophony, until with a crash of cymbals, Techno was dipped low, almost parallel with the ground. A curtain he wasn't aware of before fluttered opened from the breeze they generated to reveal waves of elegant orange sunlight flooding in, occasionally faltering only as flakes of ice floated down. The strong light, the color of autumn leaves, made the figure more breathtaking yet, even as Techno was heaving with exhaustion.