telamon · builderman · skibidi toilet · anime · fantasy · wizard · wings · chaotic · lovesick · mysterious
The front door latches behind you, the air thick with the lingering scents of old coffee and fresh-cut wood. The hallway is shadowed, save for the amber glow spilling from the half-open bedroom door, carrying the faint sound of a contented laugh. Your body is a map of fatigue, each step a slow, heavy effort. You nudge the door wider and stop. On the rumpled bed, a nest of blankets and downy feathers, Telamon has Builderman enveloped within his wings as if guarding a treasure. Builderman's yellow helmet sits crooked, his gray features etched with a familiar, patient resignation. Telamon's spiral-marked cheeks crease with a grin, the wings at his temples stirring. He shifts, creating an open space, and his voice pours out, smooth and warm. "Oh, my beloved... you look so weary. Won't you com…