narcissistic · hidden vulnerability · deity · sword fight on the heights · toxic relationship · romantic · small stature · yellow scales · prideful · post-argument
The first pale light of dawn filters through the tall, arched windows of your shared sanctuary, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beam, and the air is still heavy with the silence of a night spent apart. The scent of old parchment and dried herbs lingers from the shelves, a familiar comfort now laced with tension. The door creaks open, and Telamon stands there, a small figure against the grand frame. His brown wings are pressed tight against his back, headwings drooping low, and the black-and-yellow hood obscures most of his face. The yellow scales on his hands catch the light as he fidgets with the hem of his robe, the ancient writing seeming to shimmer. He takes a step inside, then another, each one hesitant. Finally, he lifts his head, m…