anarchy || qnb

1 ) snowy

i hustled through the chilling white, the temperature nipping at any exposed skin i had, such as my face, hands and neck.

it was cold, so very cold, i was dizzy and my vision was all jacked up, like tunnel vision. black specks filled my eyes as i found a light in the corner of my vision.

it was a house. in the middle,— out here? i smiled softly and slowly plummeted through the snow. i really tried my best to persevere, it was hard when the cold was numbing your body.

i couldn't feel anything, it felt strange to lift my legs up since i felt so lightweight. i kept going, my thighs pushing the snow forward ever so slightly as i moved.

i found myself on the first step, then collapsed. come- come on- i can do better than this. raven hair covered my eyes, and my vision filled with a teary blur.

never mind. why did i think i could do this. "i don't...- can i reset..?" i mustered out the words, which would be my last.

just as i found myself dozing off to the afterlife, warm hands.

warm hands grabbing my body, lifting me up like i was nothing and holding me.

i couldn't open my eyes at all, i was- scared. either way i would die. i wished to freeze, less painful, but i'll get stabbed instead.

i let out a short whine, hot tears slipping their way out of my eyes. everything echoed and muffled, i couldn't hear anything clearly.

the only thing i could hear was shushing and the only thing i could barely i feel was a hand rubbing my back.

i blacked out.

> technoblade's pov

what had this guy been thinking? i swear, if this is some scheme to execute me again, his head is going on my throne.

i sighed and wrapped him in plenty of blankets, then picked him up and set him in front of the fire.

i had no clue what he was doing, washed up onto my doorstep. i stared at the name he had, etched in blood on his skin.

it was a scar, still healing, but may take years for it to go away. it read pumpkin. it was on there like some tattoo, or branding, but instead etched in with a blade.

i could tell with such rigid edges, sharp turns and aggression that the choice of branding had been a blade.

hm, a rather odd decision, a branding iron would be a lot more suitable and would leave a better mark than that of a blade.

i rolled my eyes, why shall I overthink so often? i laid a hand on his back, checking for any sort of pulse.

i stared at the body, thawed out from the snow like some sort of artificially packaged steak.

also — i'd like to note how he surely wasn't dressed for the occasion.

thin leggings that barely supported his thighs, a messy tuxedo, and his annoying beanie with raven hair poofing out from underneath.

i unfolded his body out of its cocoon and took off his beanie, as well as the blankets and other articles of clothing he wore.

i peeled away at his white shirt, it reminded me a lot of trying to peel away a dampened paper towel.

once he was down to his boxers, i quickly threw one of my white t-shirts over him.

"sleep tight, i guess." id mutter to him in a monotone, exhausted voice. i patted the two blankets over his body again and backed away to admire my work.

i stared at the scar i gave him for a moment. it ran from beneath his neck, to just at about where his jaw bone started, then all the way up to his brow.

when he woke up, i couldn't tell if he'd be shaking and hyperventilating with grave fear, or redder than a fresh wound, burning with anger.

either way works. they would both equally be funny as hell.