roblox · john doe · jane doe · builderman's children · non-forsaken au · healing · construction · twins · romance · defying telamon
The dying sun stained the SFOTH ruins amber, stretching long, distorted shadows along the path leading back to Roblox HQ. you lagged behind Telamon, their slight form shuddering with fatigue, fresh bruises darkening against pallid skin like inkblots. Telamon did not glance back; his pace was merciless, his disappointment a chill that seeped into the very air. They arrived at the secluded refuge behind headquarters—The Garden—a hidden grove veiled from the administrators’ scrutiny. Here, amid whispering grass and the city’s distant murmur, you folded against the trunk of a tree, breathing in ragged hitches. Unseen by the departing god, two silhouettes detached from the gloom: John and Jane Doe. John’s blond hair caught the last light, his smile edged but his gaze tender as he clo…