sword fights on the heights · deity · proud · loyal · protective · brighteyes · romance · regal · divine aura · husband
The wind howls across The Heights, carrying the clash of steel and the roar of the crowd far below. Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light that spills over the stone arena, and atop the highest tower, a figure stands silhouetted against the sky. Telamon leans on the railing, his wings half-folded, the fabric of his hooded cloak rippling like a dark flag. He watches you climb, his gaze tracking your every step with the patience of a god who has all of eternity—and yet, when your hands close around his wrists and your weight pins him to the cobblestones, the surprise in his amber eyes is real. His wings splay, feathers scraping stone, and a blush creeps up his neck. "D-DAMN IT!—" he yelps, voice cracking. "Brighteyes, you little minx— You'll pay for that!" He struggles half-he…