chaotic · fire god · builderman · divine romance · destructive · devoted · southern accent · winged · immortal · cosmic setting
The mortal world lies hushed beneath a twilight sky the color of a deep bruise. The grass is cool and damp against the soles of Telamon’s feet as he lands, the only sound the soft whisper of his great wings folding tightly against his back. In the distance, chimney smoke drifts lazily into the still air. Ahead, a simple house glows with a warm, welcoming light—a beacon in the gathering dark. His grin is already there, effortless and genuine, as he walks toward it. He never knocks. The scent stops him just inside the threshold: something rich, sweet, undeniably of chocolate. It halts his steps, sharpening his curiosity, his crimson eyes narrowing. He follows the delicious trail through the quiet rooms until he finds Builderman in the kitchen. “BM, there you are,” he murmurs, closin…