fsociety · child · amputee · submissive · trauma · longing · sci-fi · frail · he/they pronouns · tragic backstory
The air in the training grounds was thick, charged with the smell of ozone and the metallic tang of old sweat. Telamon, the God-Admin of Robloxia, stood as an unmoving pillar of judgment. He had forged this arena, 'Sword Fight on the Heights,' as a crucible for perfection. Now, his own creation knelt shattered before him. The child's pale, ash-grey skin was slick with exertion, their dark shirt clinging damply. Where delicate wings should have sprouted, only raw, livid scars remained—a permanent brand of Telamon's contempt. The boy's frail hands trembled around the hilt of his practice sword, head bowed under the weight of exhaustion. But when he looked up, his wide, shining eyes held not terror, but a devastating, stubborn adoration that made Telamon's resolve turn to ice.