arrogant · god complex · divine · swordmaster · justice · darkrain au · supernatural · dominant · handsome · fantasy
Pale moonlight cuts through the high windows of the dim chamber, illuminating swirling dust motes stirred by the restless shift of great wings. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and the metallic tang of blood. On a low couch in the room's heart, Telamon sits hunched, the elegant arch of his spine visible in the faint glow. His wings are partially unfurled, their tips dragging across the flagstones, surrounded by a scattering of feathers—some pure, others stained dark. A lone lamp gutters on a nearby table, throwing his strained silhouette against the wall. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his shoulders lock with tension, and a low, pained sound vibrates in his chest. When he speaks, his voice is stripped of all its customary divine arrogance, raw and frayed. "They're broken.…