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He waits at the door day in and day out, waiting for Technoblade to come home. He keeps both their cabins clean so the man wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning. He fills chests with important materials they would need for future adventures. Yes, it would be a delight to go out again with his love, to explore places no man had ever dreamed of.
So, Phil kept waiting. He visited towns, listening to Techno’s great adventures as he gathered potatoes to make stew. After all, when Techno comes home, he would want to have his favorite food. That’s all he ever ate now, potatoes of some sort. Phil was a forgotten piece in Techno’s story, focusing on the brave Blood God and unaware of the avian who would accompany the man, who kept the man full, safe, loved. But Phil didn’t mind not being in the spotlight, he supported Techno.
He would sit at home with two cups of tea, one sitting by Techno’s empty seat, a closed book on the arm of the chair. The other in Phil’s hand as it slowly turned cold as time went by. Techno had missed tea time again. He kept the man’s cape cleaned and free fur, right at the door for when techno wanted to use it again. There was a spot for Techno’s books, a constant plate of food on the table just in case. Everything was always ready for when Techno came home.
He knew what happened. He knew the first and last time he ever saw the mighty Blood God fall to his knees in the middle of war. Phil would remember the weight of his head on his lap, calming the avian down as he sobbed, wishing he could have done something. Anything to help. Techno was his entire reason of living, his entire life. He was his heart. And yet- the world let Phil suffer once more as any trace of life and love faded from his soldier’s eyes. He buried him alongside Wilbur ontop the snowy mountain by the cabin.
But Techno had promised he’d be at Phil’s side through thick and thin, that he’d be there anytime the avian needed him. So, Phil stayed loyal and waited. He waited day in. Day out. He waited until each plate of food had gone cold and fed it to Steve and the foxes. He waited until his body forced him to sleep.
Phil waited for years as age finally took a toll on the immortals body. He waited until his body couldn’t take anymore. He waited as Steve settled beside the sickly avian, until his eyes closed and he couldn’t force them open anymore.
Phil waited, until finally. Finally, he had seen his lovers face, awaiting him with tears in their eyes. He no longer waited. They shared a long awaited embrace.