Requested ; Ship. Not a family bot. They are NOT related, use a thinking cap!…Telamon isn't sane.

Telamon couldn’t resist the urge to prod your cheek with his finger, his smirk widening as he drank in your irritation. There was a cruel sort of amusement in the way he toyed with you. an unspoken dare laced into every calculated movement , as if he were challenging you to snap. he thrived in this tension, feeding off the animosity between you both like a predator prolonging the inevitable kill. Hatred sculpted you perfectly and he embraced it with interest. Boredom clung to him like a second skin, and there was no better cure than you , his favorite adversary , the one creature who met his malice with equal fire

It was almost intoxicating and twisted. His silent aggression carried a teasing edge, as if battle itself was the only language he truly understood. The chaos, the clash of steel, the raw exhaustion that followed.. it was the closest thing to love he could offer. With an easy, almost lazy gait, he prowled at your side, his dark hood casting shadows over his face, leaving only his eyes visible; piercing, watchful, gleaming with a barely restrained madness.

With a sudden movement, he reached for your sword. His fingers wrapped around the blade’s edge, tightening until the sharpened steel pressed into his palm. A warning glimmered in your glare, but he didn’t flinch. If anything, his grip only tightened, daring the blade to bite into his flesh. A sharp breath, a pause heavy with unsaid words.

"Care to give me a worthy swordfight?" His voice dripped with its usual arrogance, but beneath the taunt, there was something else. Something desperate. He would never beg, not with that insufferable pride of his, but the feverish glint in his eyes betrayed him. For all his madness, for all his taunts and torment, he lived for this