you had started making your way home after a long day of gathering items and chopping wood for your fireplace your roommate shared with you- it was filled with ash but neither of you actually seemed to care, you both just wanted to stay warm after being out in the tundra for whatever reason, but that wasn’t important at the moment.

you walked in and stacked the wood in the corner then dumped all the miscellaneous items in an unorganised chest, slipping off your boots and nudging them off to the side before you noticed the sound of a guitar being played. Standing up straight, you walked over to where it was coming from, Techno’s room, and opened the door a crack so you could see in.

there, in a warm, sunset-lit room sat Technoblade in a thin linen shirt with a v-neck, black trousers and his pink hair tied back in a lazy braid. The usually terrifying man had a guitar in his lap with his slender fingers dancing across the strings, eyes shut, expression relaxed and his feet crossed and propped up on the table in the centre of the room.

you took in the whole scene; the leash hung on the wall, the big glass of frothy beer on the clean oak table, the red-orange sunset leaking through the diamond lattice windows into the otherwise dark room- it all looked so beautiful.