𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

ᴛᴇᴄʜᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ

As I sail through the air, an unconscious Vienna in my arms, I feel her pulse begin to dart dangerously low. Her breaths are shallow and inconsistent, I'm almost to the mainland, I can almost feel the dirt on my hands.

The trident I have had for some time now, was enchanted with riptide, meaning it would send the holder through the air as long as they were in water or it was raining. It was a rather hard enchantment to get, and I almost didn't. Now I'm glad I did.

As I carry the dark haired woman in my arms, trident being forgotten on the beach, I lay Vienna down on the soft sand and remove my new golden gloves. I hold my ear down to her chest, and hold my hand up to her noes, trying to find any signal of life.

I find none.

"Come on Vie.." I whisper, removing my new golden gloves, throwing them away in the sand.

I panic as I remove her completely soaked shirt, and gently lay my hands on her chest, and start pressing down. I had only ever done this twice, and that was years ago. CPR wasn't my strong suit. Yet I still pursue with the procedure. After ten, I listen to her chest again.

Nothing.

"Come on Vienna!"

I hesitated before I opened her mouth, and pinched her noes, tilting her head back as I start to lean in. As our mouths connect, I breath into hers for a few seconds.

She tasted like honey.

I lean back, feeling a pulse. I still find none.

"Goddamn it Vienna Blue!" I shout, going back into chest compressions.

I repeat the process for another three minutes, I was too stubborn, I wasn't letting her go, not letting her leave. I shout every time I feel no change, no sign that this wasn't a tedious process that was wasting both mine and her time.

But when a cough starts, and water rushes out from her mouth, I knew it wasn't.

I jump to help her to her side, holding her hair back slightly, even if it was completely soaked anyways. Vienna let's out all of the liquid in her system, and I can't help but be relieved as she leans back into me. I turn her so her head is resting on my knee, the rest of Vienna's body in the sand, while I am crouched beside her.

She's alive.

Her blue eyes are surrounded by red, making her normal hurricane blue eyes seems icy. Her eyes are lidded, and her breath comes in pants, she feels limp, but she's alive. And that's all I can really be thankful for right now.

"T-Technoblade?" She whispers, her voice raspy and weak, she looks like she's about to pass out again. Her face is as pale as snow, and she shakes as she lifts a hand to my face. I gently place my hand on hers, rubbing small circles on her palm.

"Vienna." I whisper back, and with that, she's passed out again.

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ's ʙᴀsᴇ

Underground, maybe 30 meters, a woman with a shirt that was way to big for her slept on a soft bed, that was once again, to big for her. Beside her, a man with pink hair had fallen asleep, his hand in hers. Just holding on for some sort of comfort, even as he slept on the hard, stone ground. The woman shifts in her sleep, and pulls herself to the edge of the bed, towards the man. Her forehead rested on his.

The man was called Technoblade, and he had saved the woman, who's name was Vienna. She had almost drowned a few hours before. If Technoblade wasn't in the right place at the right time, he'd never had been able to see the dark haired woman being pushed into the water by a horned male.

He'd never would've been able to save her..

If he was a minute to late, or one second, Vienna would've died and he couldn't do anything about it.

Still, he laid on the ground, in an uncomfortable position just so she would be. Just so she would feel safer. The man, who's back would ache in the morning, held onto Vienna's hand softly, but firm, just to prove he was here.

Just to prove that she was here.

Technoblade and Vienna slept soundly that night, and never woke once. Even with Technos uncomfortable spot, even with his neck starting to strain, even as Vienna started to stir to the next morning. Even as thoughts drifted into his mind about his life before this, about the woman he'd saved all those years ago, he never woke, and neither did Vienna.

Technoblade wasn't a hero, but he was starting to look like one.

𝟽𝟿𝟽 ᴡᴏʀᴅs