a few years ago your friend, the saffron haired warrior, TechnoBlade, had traded his immortality to revive his one dead brother figure. The process hurt, but it was all worth seeing his golden haired Tommy once more. He was willing to do so and it took a while to adjust to being mortal. Like seeing his first grey hair was so jarring he almost sobbed yet laughed at the same time and sparing against guards that he used to be able to fell with ease but now they were an equal match.

you and Techno were close, he was your best friend. He had seen you at your best and had seen you at your lowest. It was strange knowing the same warrior that killed entire kingdoms with ease was now mortal. What a funny thing to think. You saw how calm he was now, how he was unbothered with the voices now as they had inactive for ages.

you two were in Technos room, the pink haired man was sat on a chair close to a window reading quietly to himself with a table next to him that had a porcelain tea set placed on it, occasionally taking sips of it while you sat on the bed, preening your wings as you hadn’t for a while and had loose, bent feathers pressing awkwardly against his back so it was starting to get uncomfortable. You had a neat pile of bent feathers next to you.

after a while of comfortable silence, you spoke up softly as to not disturb the peace in the beautifully decorated room.

“You know, I wouldn’t mind spending eternity with you. It’s a shame I have eons of time and you don’t.”

the warrior looked up and over at you from his book with a raised eyebrow, not seeming that bothered yet curious on where this had come from, speaking teasingly.

“Sounding reminiscent. What’s gotten into you?”