Family? [SBI Royalty AU]

The Aftermath

[Wilbur's POV]

Wilbur stopped breathing.

He didn't mean to say that.

Tommy was now pressed up against the base of the statue sobbing, holding his fragile arms over his head in a weak attempt to hide his tears.

Phil gave him a look.

It conveyed the message though no words were said.

I'm dissapointed in you.

His father went over to the crying boy, hugging him and whispering reasurances.

Wilbur started scratching his skin, he didn't mean it.

"Wil what the hell." Technoblade said beside him.

"I didn't mean it." The brunette murmed, looking at the flowers on the ground. He couldn't tell what flowers they were but they were beautiful. They ranged from periwinkle to lavender, each one was never the same shade.

"It doesn't matter if you didn't mean it." His brother huffed. "And I get told I'm the heartless one."

No response came from the other prince, right now all he wanted to do was apologise but he was sure the boy would hate him even more if he did.

"Come on you 2. We're going home." His father said, finally getting up from the base of the statue. He was holding Tommy in his arms. The younger avian was fast asleep, tear streaks were still visible on his face.

It was the most peaceful Wilbur had ever seen him.

The teen he had rescued was so skittish and afraid. He played it off as some joke saying he was "A big man that never got scared."
The blonde could be shaking and hardly breathing but he would say he was fine.

They both nodded, walking over to where Ranboo had insisted to leave their horses. Wilbur felt awful, he knew he would have to explain what the blonde meant by what happened to them and what happened that night. The teen he had rescued no longer saw him as a brother.

The prince felt like he was playing an unfinished symphony, like he was playing the piano and the other was playing the violin but they had an argument. A break of trust that stopped the violinist from creating music with the pianist and now the symphony would be forever unfinished because the pianist is too afraid to be hated by the violinist when they apologise.

How could he fix this?

[Tommy's POV]

Tommy stirred at the sound of hooves against cobblestone, he was laying against someone. He didn't really mind.

Oh.

The thing that happened with Wilbur.

The blonde squeezed him eyes tightly, there was no way he would let Techno or Phil be around him when he was awake. He was sure they would ask him about what he did to his parents. Really, in his heart, the avian knew the prince was right. It wasn't his fault, he was only 6 yet the guilt ate away at him reminding him that he could've helped in some way. Get the guards, get neighbours or run to his brother. Then they wouldn't have been separated. He wanted to cry again.

He missed his brother so much, he didn't remember much about him other then the fact he had green eyes and was at a friends house the night of the incident. That didn't matter though, the few memories of his he did have were happy.

The feeling of his body being lifted up removed him from his thoughts, at least they still thought he was asleep. He couldn't mentally deal with a lecture or questioning right now. Tommy felt himself be placed down onto a soft surface, before a extremely warm blanket was placed over him.

Maybe sleeping more wouldn't hurt.

[Phil's POV]

Phil lay the sleeping boy onto one of the many sofas in the room, it wasn't the comfiest of places but it would do until he woke up, they still had to talk after all. The king turned away from Tommy, facing his 2 sons.

Wilbur's face was painted with all types of emotions, guilt, anger, sadness there was not 1 hint he was ok with what he had said. Technoblade however told a different story, he was completely expressionless like he had not just witnessed an argument and a breakdown within the span of a few minutes.

"Tech you can go if you wish." The avian stated, a sigh of relief came from his son.

"Thank Prime I think I would kill myself if I had to stay in here any longer." He said before walking off. His other son shuffled his feet awkwardly, hazel eyes refusing to leave the grey carpet.

"Look Wil, I'm not mad I'm just disappointed." Phil clarified, putting his hand on his son's shoulder. "Just tell me, who is them and what did Tommy do?"

"Them is his parents. He thinks it his fault they died. He was 6 dad. 6." The prince explained, the last words sounded so pained.

Phil stayed in a stunned silence, Tommy thought it was his fault his parents had died since he was 6. For 10 years the boy had to carry the weight of beliving he had caused his parents death with no one to tell him he didn't cause it.

This kid needes help. Fast.

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yo peep the omori referance, more characters come in soon which im rlly happy about

this chapter took so long it hurt i sat at my laptop for a solid 15 mins midway through like "what"

remember to eat and stay hydrated!

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