together, right?

Warmth

my head spun violently as i slowly woke up, my eyes blurred as i tried to make out my surroundings

i groaned quietly as i tried to sit up, forcing myself to become wary of where ever i was, but i felt myself being shoved back down onto my back, i reached my arms up in protest, trying to combat whoever was near

"tommy- tommy stay down-" i heard a someone say, his voice rough

i let my arms give up, them flopping to my sides as i scowled up at the ceiling

soon, my vision cleared and my head quietened down slowly, this time i attempted to sit up again, i grinned as i succeeded, now sitting up, my lap wrapped in a deep red blanket as i leaned against the wall behind me

i noticed that i was in a small room, the floor below me was deep grey concrete, the walls surrounding me a pale grey, in the centre of the floor was a bundle of sticks of which were on fire, the soft warm light emitting from the flames spread across the entire room,

as i looked across the fire i saw tubbo, he was lying down, his eyes closed, his chest peacefully rising and then drifting back down

i could see through the few cracks in the oak door that it was dark outside, so presumably tubbo was asleep for the night

i sat there for a couple minutes, basking in the quiet crackling of the fire before me whilst listening to tubbo's soft breaths as he slept opposite me

my body tensed as i heard footsteps outside the walls, the leaves and twigs crunching under the person's feet,

i panickily looked around the room, searching for my bag, as i saw it beside me i grabbed it, yanking out my red knife to protect myself, as i saw the door open slowly i raised my knife, preparing myself for an attack

then i saw the man's face, scars jutting across his skin, his right eye had clouded over, the bags beneath his eyes were dark and low, but he was still recognisable

i sighed, relieved that it was just my brother, he chuckled quietly as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him quietly, shoving all questions about his painfully damaged skin out of my mind

"that's my knife" he said, as he grinned at me, looking at the weapon that now lay in my lap, my hand still wrapped tightly around the handle

"oh- uh- yeah- when i left the- uhm- when i left the palace, i went into your room, i got a green one in my bag as well"

"well, have you used it?" he asked, walking over to me and sitting down next to me, smiling softly at me

i panicked, debating whether i should tell him about that night

i nodded silently, my eyes now staring at tubbo's arm, seeing that a new bandage had been wrapped around it

"oh, i see, i'm sorry" my brother said softly, glancing at my friend's injury

"we got attacked, the night before i found you, there were two men, both members of a gang, they came to kill tubbo, but- but i-" i stopped abruptly, the images of the blood ridden bodies flashing through my mind, haunting me

i flinched slightly as i felt an arm wrap around me, but then my body relaxed hastily as it accepted the unusual warmth from my brother

i heard him laugh softly, i looked up to him, trying to see what was so funny

"what's funny? why are you laughing?"

"it's just funny, how fucked up our family is"

i shook my head gently and smiled in response, looking back down into the fire

"so.. you're a gang leader huh?"

"yep."

"and i'm a runaway prince"

"mhm"

"what's wilbur?"

"unfortunate"

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"he fell in love with the wrong woman"

"what?"

as if on cue, the door creaked open again, a new visitor for me to meet

as the door revealed them, i looked at them in shock

"wh-"

"hi tommy, how are you feeling?"