Almost | Technoblade x oc

Chapter Two

     Techno watched as the girls eyes suddenly shot open, signally she was finally awake.

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"Youre awake." A monotonous voice filled Ophelia's long pointed ears. She swiftly turned her head to meet the voice, her eyes making contact with the, now unmasked, eyes she met before. A throbbing pressure made her shift her eyes to her arm, seeing the pale blue fabric of her ripped dress now tied around her wound. The mans eyes followed her own as he grumbled out a "You're welcome."

"Where am I" She spoke, her voice soft but demanding, not asking. She look around the cabin before her eyes landed back on the man. "What do you want with me? Who are you?"

Her eyebrows furrowed when the man didn't answer any questions, but rather walk towards her. Unintentionally she leaned back, her back making contact with the wall, as she fought the urge to run seeing as how it was so cold outside and she was grateful for the heat surrounding her.
He stopped in front of her and kneeled to bring himself down to her level, their faces now inches apart.

Ophelia took this time to recognize how attractive the man was, but that drowned in her fear of the man, though she tried to not show it. "Earlier you seemed so sure that I was sent by," he paused, thinking for a second "your father, was it?" The mention of her father brung realization onto Ophelia as her eyes opened wide and she whispered "My father" in a panicked voice. Quickly she stood up, her hands panicking, patting her dress pockets before she looked back at the man.

"My bag, where is it? where is my bag?" she asked hurriedly, eyes showing panic. The man stood up with her and reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a purple cotton bag, laced with white ribbon drawstrings that was smaller than his palm. Ophelia reached up to grab it but the man, despite her tallish height, was still taller and held it above.

"Whats in it." He demanded watching the girl panic and stress more. "I need it, I need it and i promise i promise i'll explain after" Ophelia said desperately, stressing her promise to the strange man. "After?" he asked, searching her face for any sign of lies. "Yes after! please we have to hurry!" She said, once more reaching for the bag. He searched her face once more before slowly giving the bag to her.

She grabbed the bag and quickly gathered out a few items consisting of some crystals, some herbs, and a couple half way used candles. Ophelia was quick to spread the herbs and crystals around her, lighting the candles she stayed in the circle and used her hands to sway the smoke around, muttering words of a language the man didn't know.

"Ertualioi liertu hurt seal liertu tracks"

With his eyes watching her intently, he took note when she seemed to relax after a second. Carefully, she unwrapped her arm and he watched as the wound seemed to magically heal in seconds. Once they made eye contact questions started spewing out of his mouth faster than her ears could hear them.

"What was that? Why didn't you use a healing potion? Who are you? What's the deal with your father?"

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Ophelia sighed "My father cut me to use the blood from an open wound to track me, its a trickly spell but a spell I know he knows nonetheless. I had to seal it like that for precaution. And I'm, Ophelia." The girl said, raising her hand so that the back of it was facing the man, causing the man to raise an eyebrow as he grabbed her hand, turned it vertically and shook it.

"Technoblade." he said, releasing the girls hand. "well, Technoblade, I have no idea how long i was here or if it was long enough for my father to get an idea of where I am before I closed it up. I must continue moving as to not put you in danger." Technoblade lightly chuckled "You can't put me in danger, I am danger" though as soon as the worlds left his lips he winced, and watched as Ophelia cringed.

"That was incredibly ch-" Ophelia started only to be cut off, "yea yea i know." he huffed, before turning to look out the window. "I can have Philza scout the place, look for any troops that are on their way. *ahem* PHILLLL!" he shouted, making the girl jump slightly, and also curious as to how he could sound monotonous when shouting.

"No no really, you mustn't have a need to do that and I should go anyways" Ophelia stated, watching the man curiously. "Listen it's no big deal, you're clearly exhausted and no offenese princess but you look awful." The girls expression turns to sour confusion at his words. Looking down she saw her, once a beautiful pale blue dress, crusted with dirt and stained with blood, and the hem torn to shreds no doubt from running.

Ophelia sighed and took the tiara off her head, placing it on a shelf top beside her. She looked a Technoblade, trying to decide if she wanted to tell him her story or not. She watches as the light from the fireplace shines on the right side of his face, he truly was handsome, and suddenly Ophelia became very aware of being under his gaze. As heat began to rise to her face she coughed and looked away.

"It's really h-" Ophelia had started to say something but stopped when she heard the flapping of wings. She kept her eyes glued to the door as the flapping became louder and louder. Outside the window she saw what looked like huge pieces of black hail falling from the sky, but when she looked a second longer she realized it wasn't hail, it was birds, crows to be exact, and they just kept multiplying, there was so many.

The flapping stopped and the door opened.

1008 words.