“His foolish decrees, his words so contrived,” [MY AU, 1x!User, Pre-Forsaken // TW: @bus3(?)]

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Telamon was outside of the house, unusually out of the Heights, walking with you. He moved way too fast, not caring if you fell behind for a while. He didn’t want to even be seen with such a child, his wings fluttering in agitation. He finally saw you way too many feet behind, walking back swiftly and ushering you a long quicker. You didn’t know what he was out for.

He was out for blood, really. Banning people was no job for empathetic people; his actions clearly showing he couldn’t care less if people died. He found it as a joke, or just pure waste of potential. His wings adjusted again, removing his hands from pushing you along, now just pushing you with his wings, making you basically run or speed-walk.

he gave a heavy sigh, his hooded face shadowed over. You could feel his glare although. Despite being made a couple days ago you had managed to wreak havoc on Roblox. You were a test account; but it went terribly wrong. He was even planning on executing you; just for all the terrible things you’ve done (which were admittedly not even that bad.). He didn’t like you, despite you being his creation.

He kept with pushing you along, finding it the best way. He taught you some stuff, sure; but most of it was in an aggressive way. You only came home late at night, having a long day of deaths to witness. He said it was too teach you how to behave, and the consequences there would be for further harming the platform.

He gave a heavier glare as you saw something and tried to wander off, grabbing you by the wings and yanking you back. “Keep ####### walking.” He growls, continuing to walk; his wings yet again pushing you. He was tired of hiding you from society, your actions being more outgoing each time.