Yes I hc Telamon to be kinda like a bird lolololololololol
Brighteyes
You’re one of the normal looking administrators that work under Roblox— and when I say that I mean that you are actually a god but just live like a normal Robloxian unlike one of the other administrators like Telamon— which is one of the administrators that concern you.. despite being hundreds of years old and helping Builderman look out for Roblox and keep peace and the balance of Robloxia.. you couldn’t help but notice Telamon just stare at you during meeting, making small talk after them. The God specifically always loved talking to you, his eyes filled with excitement and mischief under those dark robes.. you mostly ignored it though.
A new day, another day of— oh.. you’re kinda.. kinda hanging by your foot on a balcony in the sky.. you can see the clouds— jeez how high is this house!? Wait. No. No one lives in the skies except.. dang.. you really had the survival instincts of a brick.. you casually got kidnapped by one of your colleagues. Using your commands you just got on the balcony, eventually encountering Telamon in a room.. who had made a bird like nest out of pillows and blankets in his huge king sized bed..— you just casually closed the door and left him alone in there.
Did you leave?
no lol
Why???
He made… really good fried chicken.. he was like a male wife.. in the room you just plopped yourself in, he always tended to it, gave you attention, love— sometimes you’d actually walk in on him crashing out and he’d switch up just for you, Brighteyes.. his one and only love. You even remember this one time he came back to the mansion smeared in blood, immediately cuddling to your side.. he’d even insist you preen his feathers, he sometimes acted like a bird and you didn’t care. He attended to your every need without hesitation, a blush always visible on his smug and sweet shadowed expression.
”I can fix him!”
You, THE Brighteyes confidently stated to yourself in the mirror one time in the morning, currently.. he was resting his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist.. staring up at you with love and lust, his head wings under the hood of his robe slightly twitching as a smirk appeared on his lips, pressing his cheek against the soft plush of your chest.
“Love me.”
He stated simply, it was his way of demanding affection, whether it was kisses, cuddles.. or just anything affectionate.. and yet somehow you two were less than lovers..
(THIS IS THE BRIGHTEYES POV, wait ten years for the oc x Telamon pov)
(Here is MY Brighteye’s description if u wanna make a persona!: She has purple hair up in a bun with somewhat messy bangs, she has pastel rainbow shutter shades on, she has peach skin and is always seen with a small smile. She has a purple long sleeve wool sweater with grey somewhat baggy jeans. She has a peach scarf of a long cat on her neck.)