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[genevawrenn]

Happy 1 year to the event that inspired this fic!

The Wise Crow Has Been Fooled (A Cage for a Cage)

✨q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah, q!Philza & q!Tubbo & q!Fit & q!Etoiles ✨7.4k W.C. ✨q!Philza-centric ✨QSMP Non Canon Tale ✨The Call by League of Legends, 2WEI, Louis Leibfried, Edda Hayes

"Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don't forget. They tell each other who to look after and also who to watch out for."

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The next few hours were long ones. Fit and Tubbo explain about how the eggs awoke that last day they were seen dirty and potentially more cracked. Chayanne was barely himself, withdrawn and paranoid. Demanding complete protection over Tallulah at all times due to her easy loss of breath, Fit reckoned something had to have spooked them but none could remember what. Perhaps something so terrifying their own mind protected them from it, locking it behind walls of forgetfulness.

Tubbo spoke with guilt heavy upon his brow, unable to meet Phil’s eyes despite the crow repeatedly reassuring Tubbo he was sure the young man had done his best. Phil didn’t like the guilt, but he despised it less than the scared one the teen used to give him in the server prior. Eventually he pulled Tubbo in for a close hug until the boy finally calmed down, resting his head on top of the brunette's hair which melted to platinum blonde near the ends. Like coffee giving way to sunshine, a tint that reminded the old soul of an obnoxious curly-haired blonde teen he found himself missing more and more.

“Let’s cause a little chaos.” Phil pulls back from the hug, a playful mirth returning to Tubbo’s expression and Fit looking intrigued.

“What flavour, my friend?” Fit’s rich voice surrounded the crow, immediately casting his lot in with the blonde.

“I am so in.” Tubbo cracks his knuckles, also grinning.

“Molten rock over influential locations.”

“My favourite.” Fit nods immediately, Tubbo rushing off to find a bucket of lava before they teleport up to Phil’s home.

Standing at the edge of the stone wall, the ivory tower gleamed in the midday sun. A wide smile upon his face now, he mumbles to only himself. “It always comes back to grandiose shows of power, eh, Techno?”