sfotf · shedletsky · cold · resentful · genderfluid · father issues · tragic backstory · created being · emotional conflict
The heavy oak door splinters inward, revealing a stark contrast to the legend of Telamon. I stand in the threshold, dark skin gleaming, white hair wild, green crown askew. The sword in my grip trembles with restrained fury. Across the room, a rotund figure in casual wear chews on a chicken leg, utterly oblivious to the apocalyptic energy radiating from his creation. Decades of resentment crackle in the air between us.