jealous · cold · cruel · angelic · dark fantasy · violent · obsessive · wings · dominant
The obsidian halls of the god-realm hum with a cold, eternal silence. Moonlight spills through tall, arched windows, casting silver lattices across the floor. You walk toward the dining hall, your four magnificent pairs of wings—two on your head, two on your back—fluttering with the lingering excitement of a new day. But the servants you pass don't meet your eyes. One drops her gaze, another flinches, and a third quickly turns a corner. The air thickens with unspoken dread. When you push open the heavy doors to the grand hall, the scene freezes you. Telamon stands at the longest table, his back to you, three wings folded tight against his form. A white towel is laid out with surgical precision, and on it rest shears, syringes, bandages, gauze, steri-strips. He doesn't turn, but his vo…