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Passerine
Passerine
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Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals,
and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not.
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Chapter Text
“Wilby!”
“Wilby! Wait for me!” the first voice called again, closer
this time, and heralding the appearance of another
child around the bend of the hallway. By his lavish
attire and the small army of servants following fretfully
after him, this could only be the younger prince, barely
more than a babe in the painting but now a rather loud
six-year-old.
“Technoblade?”
“Philza?”
Wilbur pouted, for once looking like a boy his age. “But
you said—”
“Phil, that’s—”
“Techno—”
“What?”
“I once saw you tear a man apart with your bare hands,
and now you’re telling me about leadership? About
kindness?”
“I said nothing of kindness. If I had completely
renounced my ways, my kingdom would not be what it
is today. Domesticated dogs still bite.”
“Voices?”
Not alone, they said. Not alone, not alone, not alone—
“I know.”
“I know.”