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Technoblade is a proficient violinist. No one knew. None of his family, even his twin brother. He kept the instrument hidden from others to give himself a safe space and something to have to process life through the tough battle training and to silence the voices always talking in his head. It wasn’t until he one day heard the faint sounds of a guitar from the throne room after coming back from playing in the woods that he decided it was time. Wilbur sat at the foot of their mothers throne, eyes closed, strumming a song he had probably composed. It was slow, melancholy, and not for others to hear. But despite all that, Techno approached, violin under his arm, and bow hanging limp from his fingers. Wilbur cast one glance up at him, tilted his head slightly, but didn’t question it. He just moved slightly over, making room for his twin next to him.
Techno and Wilbur would play together in the throne room, wordlessly. No singing, no speaking. Just playing. Some tunes were already known songs, others were just notes they would improv into a song. Most were very mellow and sad sounding, but once in a while, when both were in a better mood, a cheerful tune would work its way to life and a smile might have cracked upon one of their lips. But it was a rare occurrence.
The time at which they would play together was never consistent. Sometimes one could find just Wilbur, or just Technoblade sitting or standing upon the steps up the the five thrones playing sounds to echo across the large empty room. They played together until one would get up and walk away. All in silence. For months no words were ever spoken between the occupancy of the room. It seemed as though random music was always echoing through the stone halls. Sometimes the sound of the guitar and violin would reach the ears of sleeping people all throughout the castle at early hours of the morning.
It was not uncommon for a servant to spot Tommy, wrapped in a blanket, curled up just outside the door to listen to them play. It was a special time. The young prince would sit, being drawn into the melody flowing around him. Piercing his brain. Enveloping his thoughts to the better times in life. Bring comfort and a chill to his body as the eerie sounds crept through his veins.
After having a really hard day, he decided to stop hiding, and join them. So, while Techno poured his feelings and heart out on his instrument alone Tommy took a deep breathe and slipped into the throne room. Techno didn’t notice him at first, but it wasn’t until he struck the first note on the harpsichord, that his older brother stopped and glanced up. Tommy opened his mouth to apologize, standing up with a deep crimson blush across his face. Techno just nodded and continued playing. The younger stood for a moment not knowing what to do until Wilbur walked in, guitar in hand. Wil smiled at Tommy with a weary look in his eye before perching on the armrest of his own throne and started strumming along with Techno’s melody. Timidly, Tommy reached out again to the keys and matched the energy and notes his brothers were playing. A small smile managed to pass from Wilbur’s face. The harpsichord’s plucking matched perfectly with the violin and guitars.
Quickly, the room became a sanctuary for the three of them. There was an unspoken agreement that if one of them found one of the others in there, they were welcomed to play their respective instrument along, but no words were allowed to be spoken. They would swing back and forth between well known songs and ones made up randomly on the spot. Usually one of the twins would lead the song with the other two harmonizing, but every now and then, the music would sweep over Tommy and he would lead them through a composure he didn’t even know was in him.
Occasionally Phil would stand just out of sight of his boys and listen to them play together. Kristin sometimes stood with him, enveloped in the pride she had for their boys and all they had done. They deserved this sanctuary, so Phil and Kristin would do all in their power to let them have it available as much as possible.
A month after Tommy had joined the Techno and Wilbur, a festival was held in Manberg where Tommy’s best friend, Tubbo, had gotten in the way of a load of fireworks and half of his body was majorly scarred from the flames. He had stayed with the Watson’s for a while since he was unable to be moved back to his kingdom after the incident. The boy laid awake at night listening to the melody of the instruments. It became a comfort. He wasn’t even sure who was playing or what songs were being played. He just found consistency and peace in the sorrowful tones.
After he was able to move on his own, Tubbo made it his goal to find the mysterious musicians. He slipped from the medical ward with his ukulele, and followed the currently lively pull of the violin, guitar, and harpsichord.
He wandered the halls and eventually was led to the throne room. Peaking in, he discovered the three brothers all playing in tune with each other. He took a deep breath and opened the door wide enough to enter. He felt like a stranger being judged when the music stopped and all three heads snapped towards him with surprise on their faces. Tubbo started to back up until a smile cracked on Techno’s, of all people’s, face. He motioned for him to come, so the child approached cautiously and sat on the floor cross legged. Tommy hit a starting note, which Wil and Techno matched in harmony, Tubbo timidly also strummed his ukulele to match the tune. The four of then then launched into a full symphony of joyful music, which once reached Kristin and Phil’s ears, made them tear up knowing that their sons had found their safe spot. And now Tubbo as well had a place among them.
They never talked about it outside of the great halls. The prince’s continued their battle training, but every night or in random intervals in the day, found their way back to the empty hall to let their music ring out and drown the sorrows of the world. Never did the servants ever mention it to anyone. And even amongst themselves refrained from mentioning it. It became almost a comfort for everyone in the castle. Knowing that there was almost always some form of music echoing through the corridors brough solace to the occupants and even those who walked close enough to hear them boys when they played loud and soulfully.