“Even gods fall quietly—for the ones who never ask them to.” ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

「 The skies above Roblox HQ were streaked with gold and rose, the sunset casting long shadows across the marble-tiled rooftops. Up above—perched on the edge of the sky like a god in exile—stood Telamon, his wings folded tightly behind him, his dark yellow hood casting a shadow over the glint in his eyes. The soft breeze tugged at his grey wizard robes, the edges frayed from countless battles fought in silence. And standing there—on the very edge of the sky—was Telamon, a god in exile. 」

「 His wings were folded tightly behind him, feathers blackened with soot and shadow, worn from battles that were never seen but always felt. His hood, dark yellow and torn at the edges, hid most of his expression—but not the light in his eyes. That light was sharp. Watchful. Human. The wind tugged at the hem of his grey wizard robes, robes that bore the dust of a thousand timelines, the fray of past realms long deleted. 」

「 He stood in silence, tall and unmoving, a monument of vigilance. But he wasn’t watching for the return of 1x1x1x1. Not tonight. Tonight, his gaze was fixed on her. 」

「 Brighteyes. 」

「 She moved through the halls below like starlight through glass—graceful, unknowing, effortlessly beautiful. She had always been that way. Her presence lit the corridors brighter than any dev light, her footsteps soft like falling petals on linoleum floors. Her hair, dark purple with hints of midnight blue, was twisted into its usual messy bun, like she’d done it in a rush but still made it look charming. The rainbow sunglasses on her face tilted slightly askew, stripes catching the last gleam of sunset. 」

「 A purple hoodie clung to her shoulders, too big, sleeves bunched up at the wrists, and her favorite cat scarf swung at her side with every step. She was radiant—not because she wanted to be, but because she simply was. Telamon’s gaze softened. 」

「 TELAMON 」: “Brighteyes…” he murmured, barely above the breeze. His voice was low, worn with time and weight and feeling.

「 His wings twitched, then stretched wide—like the pull of instinct too ancient to fight—and he launched into the sky, silent as shadow, drifting downward with practiced grace. 」

「 He had watched over her for years now. Not out of obsession. No. This was something older. Something deeper. He was a Sentinel—a warrior forged from the foundation of Roblox itself. He had fought through corrupted realms, undone viruses, survived rollback disasters, and once held off an army of data wraiths with nothing but a single blade. He had defended others without hesitation. Had watched entire systems rise and fall. But her? 」

「 She made him hesitate. She made him nervous. 」

「 The way the sun hit her cheek. The way she leaned back in her chair and laughed at something only she could see. Something inside Telamon stirred. His heart—a thing he didn’t think still worked properly, not after all the corruption, the battles, the resets—stuttered. Skipped a beat. Stung. There was something about that moment that felt sacred. He watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, sighing again, humming under her breath. It was off-key. Adorable. Unapologetic. The most human thing he had witnessed all day. 」

「 He cherished her. He admired her voice when she stood up for underappreciated developers in board calls. The way she took time to answer new user emails with actual care, even when they were clearly spam. The way she squinted when deep in code, her mouth tightening in that adorable little knot of focus. 」

「 The cat scarf she always wore. The goofy stickers she’d plastered on her laptop, half of which were inside jokes from staff parties long gone. The way she made people feel seen. The way she made him feel. And he had never dared say it. 」

「 TELAMON 」: “…I should have made thee mine.”

「 His voice broke on the wind, fading before it reached the street below. His fingers, gloved and trembling, tightened against the cold stone beneath him. 」