One Normal Night

Chapter 3;; Yellow roses

Wilbur was back, gasping as he sits up in a bed. It was nighttime. His breathing slowly calms down, gripping onto the bed sheet. He looked around the dark room.

He thought what he went through was a dream, and they him and Tommy were alive. But looking at the room more, reality seems to piece in.

It looked more like a room made for royalty. Fine linings and such that seem delicate to the touch. He felt his back light again, taking it as he doesn't have his wings. Again. He looks to the nightstand, seeing a cup of water and his glasses, which black frames this time around. He was debating to sleep again, laying down on the bed. It felt like forever since he slept on a proper bed. The coolness of the silk material kept him there, as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

Maybe the gods were more merciful this time around.

He sighs softly, dosing off.

He eventually was awaken in the morning by the sunlight, hitting him. He slowly opens his eyes, yawning.

He never felt so rested in his life. He gets up, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He goes to his wardrobe, picking out his outfit and changing into it. It felt soft, delicate against his skin. He smiled, walking out of the room, where he hears footsteps.

“Wilby!” said a voice. Wilbur freezes, as he felt his heart squeeze. He could cry tears of joy, knowing who they voice came from. He let a smile quiver on his face, turning around and seeing a little boy running up to him.

He had blonde hair and lighter blue eyes, but it was him.

It was Tommy.

Wilbur embraced him in a hug, smiling. Tommy hugged back, looking at him.

“Wilby Wilby guess what!” Tommy said, smiling. He had some dandelions in his hand, as his eyes sparked with pure childlike joy.

“What is it songbird?” Wilbur asked. There wasn't a part he had to play in, he believed. He didn't see a god this time around.

He felt free.

“Dad said we can go outside! With Technoblade!” Tommy said, overjoyed. Wilbur wanted to cry.

“Dad?” Wilbur muttered softly. He was alive, he was there for them. Fuck, he wanted to cry so badly. Tears of joy. It felt like forever since he was able to feel like a child.

“C'mon!” Tommy says, wanting to be put down. Wilbur gets the hint, putting Tommy down and letting the smaller boy guide him to the garden.

The palace was huge, and unlike his last, whatever he was in, it wasn't cold. It wasn't in the brim of winter. No, it seemed so warm and nice outside. There weren't guards following their every move, and the place seemed more lively. Much, more lively.