WRATH - C!TECHNOBLADE

𝗩𝗜 - pre battle

              A war in the palms or the Blood God. Where a simple choice would deter the most.

Only fools dare Technoblade for war, innocent lives were crows of personal discomfort. Where hand-written parchment knocked upon the human form of hell on earth, unleashing a vortex of unneeded torture.

The rug comforted Technoblade's bottom as his back leaned relaxed against the velvet couch, a warming glow expanding with every spark of blaze, tranquillity shaded the air like the linger of smoke.

Slender skilled fingers shaped pink locks of hair, forming them into a long braid peacefully. A comfortable silence shared between the two, no trace of incorporeal voices pestering the both.

A peaceful night before the day which bore bloodshed within its shield. It was odd in a way. In how the two days would contrast.

The war hadn't came up within their conversations yet. Singularly because it hadn't wandered into his mind. In the time being, the voices stayed seldom shut.

Tying of the ends softly, Eun lay it on top of his shoulder for his visible eye. And she watched as Technoblades's fingers curled around the braid and traces down to the ends.

His face then turned to Eun, something close to a smile was apparent on his lips, to where Eun couldn't help but send one back.

It was delicate, the moment. Though the moment was quickly evaporated as Technoblade stiffled a grunt while getting to his feet, signalling for the two to switch positions.

And when his fingers made contact with her head of hair she had the urge to flinch, not from fear, from how delicate his callous fingers were, parting her hair softly, if she hadn't turned and seen his pink locks, Eun would've guessed a mother's soft hands, taking care of its babe.

Her heartbeat stuttered within her chest, something light as a feather sailed within her blood, only the feather wasn't so peaceful, underneath is stood it's demise, and all the feather could do was wait.

Eun hadn't told him. She hadn't thought of it, in travelling afar, her past surely would lag behind. Slowly but surely, it latched onto her trail, sure to catch up soon, and that's what cruel fate did.

Eun must've felt callous fingers brush over the levelled rough surface, both of them solemnly agreeing that he knows, a wordless shared consciousness.

The deformed horns were not visible, only sharp eyes would catch it, but Technoblade hadn't been searching, and in sight, some sort of anger ravaged through his insides, the jagged edges like a rock split roughly in half.

'ask they.' Even the voices were curious.

       "A story behind it?" Technoblade asks, as delicate as his tone can, clearly delving into the remnants. He began piecing her hair into section, hands tenderly shaping, almost like they didn't belong to the man who held them. "I'm willing to listen."

A period of silence that held the thoughts that went through her mind, words began to tumble from her mouth, nerves overthrew her body, the first time Technoblade heeded Eun get nervous, whether he realised it or not.
       "Particularly unfair fight." Eun started lowly, fumbling with her fingers. "Someone had a violent vendetta against my village, or just craved bloodlust. I've yet to find out." She said." But they slaughtered many of them."

She half heartedly waited for Technoblade to but in, maybe with some misplaced joke, at least that way she could deter the conversation, but he didn't. So she continued. "Hands were bound down, they snapped both of my horns off." The strain of anger was very viable within her voice. "Much to my cries of protest. If you go there my horns are hung on display. I sought revenge for my slaughtered village and on the way a few enemies aswell."