𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲【𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐖𝐚𝐫】

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tw/cw: mentions of of gods/religion tied topics, mentioned use of drugs(Cigarettes), alcohol/drunkenness

I'm very serious about this guys, if any of this, even a tiny bit, makes you feel the slightest bit weird, uncomfortable, anything. Stop reading. Don't read the chapters with these warnings. I do in fact give them for a reason, and I'd hate for any of you to experience anything negative because I didn't provide good enough warnings. ♛

I'll be honest I had a really rough day, so I'm sorry if its kinda shit I just needed stuff off my chest. If its really bad, I'll rewrite it

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Cypress had gone into some form of foreign shock. Wilbur was clung onto her, would walk next to her, be within 35 feet of her at all times. The man was many things to her. She wasn't sure if she still considered him family, but apart of the woman was drawn to him. Not in a necessarily romantic way, more so unhinged curiosity. 

"Pressy? That's what Puffy calls you? Do you care if I use it?" the revived man asked, taking a draft from his drug, blowing out huffs out grey smoke. She paused for a second, looking slightly up towards the brunet who gave her a wolfish grin in return.

"Call me what you want." She answered gently, glancing back towards Tommy who followed the pair of adults bitterly.

"You're no fun, c'mon, put a little fight into it, Pressy." Wilbur felt a manicured hand grab his wrist, causing him to raise an eyebrow, staring down at the woman who seemed to be seething in annoyance.

"Will, leave Mum alone." Tommy muttered softly, crossing his arms in front of his chest, tugging uncomfortable at his shirts in hopes to ease his sudden anxiety. 

"Will, leave mum alone." Wilbur mocked back, pitching his voice higher, turning his head to stick his tongue out.
"Tommy, mind getting me some stone? I got some catching up to do with ol' Pressy over here."

"No- I won-"

"Tommy, go on." His mother chimed, giving him a pleading glance. The teen sighed, giving her his own cautious one, before spinning around on his heel, walking back towards the stair case he had made.

"So kind of you to get him away from us. Now, we have catching up to do right?" Wilbur grinned, blowing another puff of cigarette smoke from his lungs up towards the high sun.

"I suppose we do." Cypress spoke, leading him towards her semi-abandoned house. It wasn't completely destroyed, although thin layers of dust and ash coated the insides and outsides of the house. She opened the door for him, allowing the revived man inside her previous home. As of late, she didn't have an official home anymore. Technoblade hadn't reached out to her ever since the other day, it was strange behavior for her lover, but she could only assume he was swamped with his own business.

"How about a game, you love those, right? We never got to play formally." The brunet asked, flattening his hat, before ruffling his trench coat out, lifting it to sit on a velvet chair in front of a table, a matching chair on the other side.

"I don't think a game is a good idea." Cypress muttered in an almost unrecognizable volume.

"Oh come on Pressy, pull out the ol' chess board. Let's have a glass of wine, vodka, maybe. Let go a little, what am I gonna do? Hurt you?"

"I don't know yet. We were stuck playing games for a few years, so whos to say you'll kill me to finally beat me just once."

"You're so confident, sit then, I'll grab us some drinks." Wilbur stood up, moving to the other side of the table, pulling out her chair before moving into the kitchen. He had left his fair amount of alcohol in her house, and seeing as she wasn't the biggest drinker, many of the several bottles he had left hadn't even been opened. Grabbing three seperate bottles, one vodka, two wine, he shuffled back to the table, placing the drinks on the ledge.