Things That Need To Pass (passerine!Technoblade x OC) {COMPLETED}

He's Back...

 "So, visitor, what is your business here?"

(Eryn POV)

"I have no business," Techno had said. "I am visiting. Sightseeing. I'm a traveler." "Me too! Techno, did you really forget about me?!" I punched him gently in the shoulder. He shrugged. "First you are a visitor and now you are a traveler." the prince said slowly.

A smile tugged at the prince's lips. "This exchange would be much easier if we knew your names." I nudged Techno, who was opening his mouth. "Are you sure?" I whispered. Techno seemed to ignore me.

Instead, Techno glanced at the servants lining the hall behind the princes, clearly in earshot but dutifully maintaining the illusion of privacy. But if he knew Phil at all, he'd know that most of those standing guard around his sons would be lethal killers—he just hadn't anticipated the arrival of a god. 

What would they do if they heard their names? Would any of them recognize it? Would they know what it meant to have them stand before their young princes? How long would they last against them?

As he looked down at the two brothers, he found them small. He could crush them under the heel of his boot like ants. But instead, Techno found himself saying, "Our names are—" Then, someone's familiar voice stopped him. "Technoblade? And Eryn?"

I turned to see this deserter standing right before me. Techno lifted his eyes from the young princes and found himself staring at their father. "Philza?" I scoffed.  Philza stood at the end of the hallway, undoubtedly following the familiar cadence of his sons' voices.

 He glanced at them now, still standing before Techno like unwitting sheep waiting for slaughter. But Philza's eyes showed no fear. Instead, when he looked back at Techno and me, he only smiled, his face softening with a familiar relief—the expression of a man after a long, hard-fought war, seeing peace on the horizon at last.

But I was mad. "How could you leave, and without warning? Were you trying to kill us?" I scowled at Phil, half-expecting him to say something. "Old friends," said Philza. "It's nice to see you two again."

(Techno POV)

Traitor, the voices clamored, traitor traitor traitor traitor— "Father!" Wilbur's voice brought them back to reality; this was a different castle, a different time. "Do you know this stranger?" "Well, obviously, Wilbur." Tommy rolled his eyes. 

"Dad just said his name, didn't he? Technoblade. That's a dumb name." Tommy scoffed. "Tommy!" Philza reprimanded, with no real heat behind his words. He drew closer to them, his steps quiet and even. 

The servants that had followed the two boys bowed in deference to their liege, despite him wearing no crown. In fact, he looked just as much as a traveler as Techno and I were —dressed in a simple trousers and shirt, perfect for blending in, perfect for a man on the run.

"It's been a long time," Philza said when he reached them, putting a gentle hand on the top of Tommy's blond head. The boy arched towards the touch like a sunflower reaching towards the sun. I didn't know if the move was calculated, or just a simple act of affection. 

Or, knowing Philza, both. "How have you been?" "How have I been?" I repeated numbly, feeling a familiar chill creep into his bones. "Phil, I—" I was interrupted by Phil. "Actually," Philza interrupted, before kneeling to look his boys in the eyes. 

"Wilbur, take your brother out to the garden for a bit, yeah?" Wilbur pouted, for once looking like a boy his age. "But you said—" 

(Eryn POV)

"I know what I promised, and I keep my promises, don't I?" Philza ruffled Wilbur's hair and then Tommy's. "I'll join you in a moment. I just need to have a talk with Techno and Eryn here." Wilbur stared at his father for a long moment, as if weighing the truth of his words, before nodding. 

He took his brother's hand in his and began leading him away. "C'mon, Tommy," he said. "Let's play outside." "Technoblade's still a dumb name," Tommy muttered as they passed him, closely followed by their servants.

Wilbur met Technoblade's eyes, just for a moment, before they were gone—down the hall, out of sight, leaving Techno and I alone with the king. Technoblade turned towards Philza, his old friend, and found the smile wiped clean from his face.

I refused to look at Phil, however. Philza gestured down the hall. "Walk with me?"

Techno could only nod, and follow Philza. I followed a few minutes after. We were quiet as they walked. Techno seemed to remembered days like these during their time together, long days of companionable silence as we simply existed together.

 But there was something different this time. There was an edge. Techno could sense Philza sizing him up, tallying his hidden weapons, calculating his improvements. In turn, Techno mapped his escape routes as Philza led him through the halls, then up a sweeping flight of stairs. He did not want to expect violence from Philza, but he hadn't expected to be left behind, either.

We reached a balcony overlooking a garden, where most of the flowers indoors undoubtedly came from. Wisteria and ivy grew around marble pillars; rosebushes and dandelions and carnations bloomed en masse at the foot of elaborate stone statues. At the center of the garden was a weeping willow, its branches providing shade for the two boys chasing each other across the grass. Their laughter echoed through the glade, reaching even Techno, Phil and I high up on the balcony.

a/n

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