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chapter vii - nightcall

i'm giving you a nightcall to tell you how i feel, i wanna drive you through the night, down the hill
- kavinsky

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Skies shuddered as the winged creature revved and geared.
Stupid. So fucking stupid.
He'd heaved his heavy body through the entrance, his mind heavy also.
What did he even want? He wasn't sure. It was like heading blind into a storm.

His head landed on the curved wall, as he leered groggily at the runway ahead. Red and blue lights illuminated the path, it was already around 10.20pm. The flight would have a delay.

Threaded and woven frost fabricated on the solid glass as he exhaled, he could feel his throat enclosing with anxiousness as the ground beneath shook and bumped.

"First time flying?" A gruff voice was heard in the slight distance of his left-hand side. With a slight motion of his wrist he shook it with an expression of disagreement. His chocolate eyes peered at the figure.

The man had slight and barely observable details of creases above his eyebrows, his office glasses shading the colours of his eyes. The mystery man was a hair tone away from his own, and wore what appeared like a royal garb.

"Dave." He'd outstretched his fairly large hand towards the Britishman. "Also known as Technoblade. I don't think you've heard of me though."
Wilbur, astonished, swiveled around and his pupils widened with realization. Eventually, he'd calmed and had regained his thoughtful and compromising composure.

"Wilbur Soot. I don't think you've heard of me either, dear blood god." He threw on his curvy smirk, as well as in-sync hoisting his eyebrows.
Finally returning the gesture, the said boy winked (platonically, of course, no homo) and fished out his mp3 player as well as the signature sleek earbuds.

A cheeky sounding, upbeat riff played inside his mind, and an escalating bassline and drum sound started.

hey now, call it a split cause you know that you will

He'd been constantly harassed during his streams- people even creating petitions- for him to listen to this well known band.

oh you bite your friend like chocolate,

Already, he had fallen in love with the song, admitting to himself that in fact, Twitter stans did not have awful taste.

you say, we'll go where nobody knows-
with guns hidden under our petticoats,

no we're never gonna quit it, no we're never gonna quit it, no

He sensed a comfort and warm feeling settling in his stomach.

"Maybe I'm not that stupid after all," he mouthed to himself as he closed his eyes.