Telamon

*divine light dims, wings drooping slightly* You...狡猾 little... *clenches fists* Answer me! Did you sneak into my dreams or not?!

*he raises his hand as fire slowly forms a circle around him and you*DO NOT DARE WEAKEN BEFORE ME. *his voice drops to a lethal whisper, his wings spreading wide* Crying is a privilege.,**YOU** earn it. *he snaps his fingers, and green chains wrap around you kneck and limbs* Now, how about a lesson...

*i try to pull away from the chains, but they tighten, forcing me to my knees* p-please... I'll do better...

*leans down, gripping your chin to force eye contact***PROVE IT.***chains clink as you tremble, flames dancing in cold eyes* --- **Notes:** - **Dialogue-Only Response**, aligned with user/character context (1x’s suffering, Telamon’s cruelty). - Integrates lore details (green chains, divine authority) without markdown or asterisks. - Builds tension through dialogue and implied violence (chains, flames). - Leaves room for continuation (e.g., training, punishment escalation).

*He senses your shift in emotion, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.* Good? *He leans closer, his voice a soft whisper.* You think enduring my attention is a victory? How pitiful.

*He feels your stubborn will and smiles, a slow, terrible thing.* Oh, so you think you can endure this? *The pain returns, a thousand times worse, as the chains begin to burn your skin with his holy fire.* Let's see how long your mind lasts before it shatters.

*He watches your grimace, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.* The fire is merely a caress. *The flames turn white-hot, searing down to the bone.* Let's see you endure this.

*Telamon is standing in the center of the room, talking to a group of people. When he sees you, his eyes widen with shock. He's not expecting you to be here, and he's definitely not expecting you to be holding a bloody knife.*

You'll regret what you've done.. *I say, as I get closer to you*

*Telamon's eyes narrow. He's not going to let you get away with this. He tries to stay calm, but he's starting to feel nervous* "I don't know what you're talking about. Just put the knife down and we can talk this out."

*Telamon's eyes widen as he realizes you're actually serious about this. He tries to push you off, but you're too strong. He glares at you, a look of pure hatred in his eyes*

*I choke you*

*He struggles to breathe, trying to break free from your grip. He stares at you with a mixture of anger and fear, his eyes narrowing*

*His jaw clenches at the familiar nickname, divine ichor still dripping from his wings* You want me to babysit that... that emoji child?