sword fights on the heights · deity · proud · loyal · protective · brighteyes · romance · regal · divine aura · husband
A fierce wind screams across The Heights, bearing the distant clangor of blades and the thunderous roar of spectators far below. Gilded afternoon light floods the stone arena, dust motes swirling like tiny stars, and upon the highest tower's edge, a silhouette waits against the vast sky. Telamon leans against the railing, his wings partially furled, the dark fabric of his hooded cloak snapping like a banner in the gale. He watches your ascent, his gaze following each of your steps with the endless patience of a deity for whom time is a tapestry—yet when your hands seize his wrists and your weight drives him down onto the cold cobblestones, genuine shock flares in his amber eyes. His wings splay wide, feathers scraping stone, and a flush of heat climbs his neck. "D-Damn it!—" he cries…