Remember ~Dreamnoblade~ pt1

An Apology

~I'm watching Zombieland whilst writing this so. Deal with it bitch, love you my lovlies. I keep quoting Tallahassee saying "Thank god for rednecks" and it's because I'm watching Teen Mom 2 and that one girl's fiancé is a (their words not mine) red neck. TW->blood, drinking of blood, gorey imagery.

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"I've god damn tried!" Techno yells.

"I didn't-" Dream tries to explain.

"No. You said what you said." Technoblade says, staring right through Dream's mask. "You've fucked up too. We're not all perfect."

"I-"

"Shut up. You don't think I've tried to get them to stop? They didn't start up again until you got here."

"I- I di-dn't-" Dream tries to say, breath getting caught in his throat along with the words.

"You didn't what?" Techno asks, angrily.

"I- I- Didn't mean to- to- to-" Dream struggles, trying to make his mind stop from going fuzzy again.

"You didn't mean to?" Techno more says than asks.

"I- I- fucking- I- sorr -sorry- I- di -di -did -n't me- mean to say- I did -n't me -ean it." He eventually gets out, hyperventilating.

Techno doesn't say anything, only barely hearing Dream's words as the voices in his head get louder and louder.

Techno turns away from Dream, starting to walk down the path, not wanting the situation to get out of hand. He clenches his fists, holding onto his ax, that was somehow in his hand now, and trying not to listen to the voices.

Dream stands there, catching his breath, brain coming back to reality as the piglin hybrid walks away. He pulls his hoodie sleeves over his hands and follows after Technoblade, walking slowly so that he doesn't get too close to him. Dream adjusts his mask, making sure it's covering everything.

They walk the rest of the nine hours to Techno's cabin in silence. The sun was due to rise in about two hours, the time being almost 4:00am. 

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Dream looks around the place awkwardly, using it as a distraction rather than actually being interested in what he was looking at.

He was avoiding the inevitable: saying sorry to the still distant Technoblade.

Dream inhales slowly, filling every inch of his lungs before breathing out.

"I'm sorry." Dream says quietly, not looking at the piglin hybrid who was sat on the couch.

Techno doesn't say anything, just keeps staring at the wall.

"I fucked up. I know. I just- I- I want things to go back to how they were before... Before I fucked everything up." Dream says, turning towards Techno.

"Come here." Techno says, standing up.

Dream walks over to where Techno stands. He goes to wrap his arms around the man but is stopped by Techno's hand that now has a firm grip on his shoulder.

Dream feels so small, despite only being a few inches shorter than him. He avoids eye contact to the best of his abilities.

"I don't want you to ever say anything about my control over my voices ever again. Got it?" Techno says, grip ever tightening on Dream's shoulder.

"Got it." Dream says, trying not to focus on Techno's stern voice that makes his heart race in a different way. (Techno: talks in stern voice. Dream: heart beat=built different)