O7

You were walking around. The aftermath of the war was brutal. Everything and everyone looked dead. People's souls even looked dead. Nothing was "living in the moment". Technoblade was like a god. He wasn't scary as you knew it. I mean yes, he was intimidating most of the time but he was a good guy. But he was always so closed off. So unless you had a family pass, you were not getting in. But sometimes, you liked to try to. Great bonding experience. You were working on it. And you could see he was kind of trying too. You walked up to a tree. A big and old one actually. It used to be one of the many resting spots, one last moment of peace. The tree provided shade, like it was protection. Fruits from it, like care and affection. And a big, sturdy tree trunk, just like support. Techno was sitting still under the tree, his gaze was fixed on the sun set. He liked it. It was always and has always been something calming, peaceful, maybe even therapeutic for him. Like a little reminder that the day was finally over, time for rest, and a reset to the next day. When the sun set, he always could think about how even after a hard day, everyone around him, love or hate, was at least getting some rest. Moments of silence. Comforting silence. A time for dreams, and no responsibilities. Even if him, himself sometimes didn't. You spotted Technoblade sitting up against the trunk of the tree. His long pink hair was slightly loose, blowing in the light breeze. His face was neutral, but he looked at peace. His eyes was focused on the sun setting. He knew you where there though, and you know that he knew too. His eyes drifted to the side to peek at you. He then looked back at the main attraction. "Hmm." He hummed. Technoblade nodded his head, just a bit. Enough to acknowledge your presence. His velvet blood colored eyes finally landed back to you after he saw the sun go down. He patted one of the many patches of dead grass beside him. Offering a seat with him.