Tried of the bullshit that is exile, Tommy sets out to find someplace to start anew; after all, as long as he doesn't step foot in L'Manburg or Dream SMP, Tommy can go anywhere.
What he doesn't expect to find, is you.
And boy, was there much more to...
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• CHAPTER TEN•
| QnA...Sorta |
This was not what Dream had expected when all those handful of days ago he had discovered Tommy missing from Logstedshire. Logically, his first thought was that Tommy had snuck back to L'Manburg because that was the obvious one.
But here he was, snowed in a house with Technoblade, a found Tommy and a hybrid woman who of which was friendly with Technoblade and just so happened to have been the one to find Tommy.
(There has to be something else at play for that to happen, right? Like some other external force? But were any of them actually that important for XD to pay them much mind? Forgetting George's friendship with their God for a moment because Dream had only ever interacted with XD in the presence of George and XD didn't seem to pay him much mind but then again, how would Dream of all people know what's going on inside the Deities' head?)
As night descended, (Y/N was kind enough to feed them which Tommy helped her prepare) Technoblade was slowly falling asleep at the table and Y/N offered him her bed.
Tommy had already gone to bed after Y/n had made a comment on his visible tiredness.
("Jeez, you're such a mum," Tommy complained, although it was clear to Dream the annoyed tone only came from a place of fondness. Y/N laughed, reaching out to ruffle Tommy's hair, said boy squawking at the affectionate movement, "Stop it, woman!")
Technoblade cocked a brow, "And where exactly are you planning to sleep then?"
She snorted, "I don't plan on sleeping tonight."
"If that's what you want," he grunted as he stood, offering a goodnight to them both before vanishing into the hallway. The sound of a door opening then closing followed.
Now it was only them. Dream kept his gaze on the window, watching the flurry of snowfall.
"I don't have a third bed, but I can prepare the settee if you wish me to," Y/N addressing him pulling his gaze away from the window and to her.
She had paused her sowing momentarily.
"It's fine," he waved, "I don't plan to sleep either. Too much on the mind."
