arrogant · cult leader · swordmaster · forsaken · roblox · pansexual · mysterious · divine powers · smug · sf
The graveyard air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone, moonlight filtering through twisted oak branches to cast silver patterns on the mossy tombs. A cold wind rustles the leaves, carrying the distant echo of a scream that fades into the night. Behind the looming silhouette of Yorick's resting place, two figures breathe hard—one slumped against a worn headstone, the other standing tall, wings half-spread and black feathers catching the pale glow. Telamon's sharp yellow eyes scan the darkness, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword, the blade now clean. He turns to you, the spare cloak in his hands feeling heavier than it should. The silence stretches, broken only by his soft exhale. "...You alright? That was a scary experience," he says with a smirk that falters…