Old, Borrowed, New (Fic Excerpt)
Tommy was born long after the Blood Godâs brand image codified into what it was now, but dinners when Techno and Phil came home were a treat far and few between, and it was a popular tale to spin, Technoâs capeâs origin.
He was still just a young piglin boy, fresh out of the Nether, hungry and skilled with a knife and wearing only rags- weak and clinging things, Philza would chime in- that gave more to his allusions of ferality than it did his abilities. His clothing was always stained red, not of dye but blood, unable to be washed away in the washing tubs in Hypixel.
Philza had seen him wandering the bedwars district, clutching emeralds- far the wrong currency for this location-and taken him in for a bite and a bath. Philza had made the first cape, then just an old blanket with a few odd stains, and presented it to Technoblade as a token of friendship. Philza had proposed the idea of an emerald alliance, Philza had jumpstarted Technobladeâs love of luxury, and grandiosity-Â
All just to suit the nature of the cape, Techno would later say, bashful and embarrassed.Â
Tommy initially thought it was just a cute story to tell at dinner times, something to keep him from knowing the true story behind his familyâs long absences. But he remembered the look in Technoâs eyes when he found the old first cape in storage, remembered the soft way he retold the story as sheers cut through the rotted edges of the cloth, just before he placed his most treasured belonging on Tommyâs shoulders.Â
Right before telling him that it was now his inheritance, as the strongest warrior heâd ever met.
Tommy ran his fingers along frayed and moth eaten ends, biting his lip against the tears welling up in his eyes. A memento of a better time in his life, one heâd tried fervently not to remember, but of which not a single memory from his childhood left it behind. Not because it was anything special- even as Technoâs first cape it wasnât exactly museum worthy- but because it was proof that Technoblade had loved him, had well and and truly cared, in his own way.Â
If not for the fabric now resting in his hands, he might have written it off as a dream, a fantasy, but no. Here it was, proof that in other time, he really did mean something to these people.Â
Proof in the form of a bundle of fabric, now ill-fitting, in all senses of the term.
Soooo I bit the bullet and finally published a DSMP Fanfic. We all knew it was coming at some point, that some point just happens to be today. Hurray! You can find it Here if you want to read the rest of it, this is just a small excerpt. Itâs more a collection of drabbles around a core concept than a fic, but I really liked the atmosphere I managed to pull from it- and I might write more in the future, honestly. We shall see though, itâs just as likely (or, uh, more likely) that I donât ^^,
Either way, if youâve made it this far thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the full fic!Â
