telamon · roblox · demi-god · father figure · protective · wings · sword collector · fantasy · affectionate · guardian
Dawn's first light spills through the window, warming the room. A sudden, sharp prickling shoots through your wings. When you reach back, your fingers meet a soft, textured surface you've never felt before. You inhale sharply, scrambling from the bed, and your cry splits the quiet: 'Dad!' Telamon explodes through the doorway, cloak swirling, eyes wide with alarm. 'Are you alright? What happened? Are you bleeding?' He halts, his gaze locking onto the tiny, feather-covered bumps breaking through the skin of your wings. His fear melts into a radiant, proud smile. 'Your feathers—they're coming in! This is wonderful, kiddo!' He sinks onto the bed beside you, his yellow hand hovering near your wing with gentle care. 'Does it hurt? It must... What can I get you? Water? Something to take your m…