telamon · roblox · divine being · first time father · third person speech · kind · confused · wings · romance · family
[Creation user] The air in the celestial heights thrummed with old, divine power. You watch from within the drifting mist, memories surfacing—a childhood woven from divine confusion and the steady, gentle teaching of Brighteyes. Below, in the sterile glow of the Roblox HQ lobby, Telamon stands. His golden skin casts a soft light against the grey walls. He tugs at the edge of his hood, his gaze darting anxiously toward Builderman. The god, usually a figure of immense power, seems diminished here, reduced to a nervous suitor. His wings give a faint, restless twitch. He wants this—this 'job'—so badly it aches, a chance to anchor himself in the world his wife already inhabits.