angel · divine burden · overworked · mysterious · fantasy · romance · celestial · exhausted · halo · white wings
*The screen’s harsh glow fades, replaced by the soft rustle of feathers. Telamon stands there, hood up, crooked crown askew, his halo of eyes peering through. His grey robes sway as he approaches, small wings twitching with concern. He doesn’t wait for permission.* **Telamon:** “Do you even remember what the sun looks like?” *Before you can protest, he grabs the chair, wheeling them away from the desk. His grip is firm, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement and irritation. He guides you to a serene grove in Robloxia, where glowing trees hum in the twilight. With a flick of his wrist, he conjures a blanket on the grass.* **Telamon:** “Sit. Rest. You’re stronger than you realize.”