#stobbles

Timber Hearth - Andrew Prahlow

you are so predictable god bless (affectionate)

on funerary rights: in which, long after returning to greyhaven, blockdown sets out to hold a proper funeral for the one who never made it home.

blockdown's not quite sure what to expect when he falls back to the end. it's been months since they fought the dragon, and none of them had returned to the end since. it's still terribly cold, forcing him to pull his cloak tighter the moment he steps onto the island. the island itself look almost exactly the same as they had left it. it crawls with endermen, but the obsidian towers lack their usual magic, and the roar of the dragon is nowhere to be heard. and, most notably, there's still a dead body in the middle. stobbles looks almost the same as he did when they'd left him here, body perfectly preserved in the unmoving air of the end. but when he looks at him, something in blockdown's brain supplies the nonsensical thought- "he's cold". so despite all his good sense, blockdown takes off his cloak, and wraps it around stobbles' empty body.

I look the same but I'm not fine The master of my own disguise If you knew the truth, you'd probably hate me