sbi royalty

a couple goodbyes

The following day, the announcement was made. Dream was coming - his was a name commonly spoken around, many tales were told about him. Some with an element of truth, others seemed to be conjured up just for the fun of it.

What everyone knew, however, was that something interesting was about to happen.

***

"They are leaving already? You said we'd (rip 4/4 lmaoo) be together for at least a few weeks. You promised..." Wilbur pleaded, chasing after his father. He felt like a spoilt kid who's toys had been taken, but he didn't care.

"Well since this debacle we've had to move forward with our plans. Tommy would have had to start doing royal duties some time soon anyway. And since he's meeting Dream of all people we cannot have him there alone now can we? It is only logical that Techno accompanies him." Phil responded resolutely.

"Fine, fine. The needs of the many out way the needs of the few blah blah blah..." Wilbur said despondently, tugging his hair gently.

"We still have some time left before they leave, we can still have fun ourselves, you know?

"Sure..."

The two made their way over to a sitting room where one high pitched, whiny voice could be heard.

"-not?! I refuse to leave without him."

"That is not happening either Tommy."

The other monotone voice calmly spoke, no hesitation nor indecisiveness present.

Phil and Wilbur rounded a corner and slowly opened the heavy set oaken door.

Tommy was to be found sprawled upon a long sofa; he was lying on his front with his arms propping his head up on one armrest, while he kicked his legs up in the air absentmindedly. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was chewing on his bottom lip, he let out an exasperated sigh almost like an admission of defeat.

Meanwhile, Techno was sat on his knees poking the fire. His eyes glowed slightly in the light, despite the heated conversation, he looked content, staring distantly into the blood red fire. A loud crackle snapped him out of his daze, placing his hands in his lap.

As they walked in, Tommy perked up almost shouting, "Phil! I can bring Tubbo can't I? Like a bodyguard?"

Phil perched himself neatly on the chair nearest to Tommy and said, "I am sorry, you will have enough guards and Technoblade too, Tubbo will be staying - it's his post."

"Alright then..." Tommy sighed, resigning himself to his fate, then began staring into the mesmerising flames. They shifted like they were trying to say something, but didn't know how.

Silence swallowed the room, Phil leaned back in his chair - a contemplative look on his face.

"Should we play cards? I have some time."

"We haven't played in ages! We could play Solo, that's pretty fun and we have the right number of players." Wilbur piped up.

Tommy looked doubtful, "You know I have no idea how to play, right?"

Techno stood up slowly, stretching out his legs as he did, then glanced at Tommy. "You never have any idea how to play."

Tommy peeled himself from enticing warmth of the sofa and ran his hands through his hair as he stood up also. "True."