#telamon posting

[tbrhq-official]

telamons +1 itrapped

the original tela bleh drawing was by a friend

[koukaaa-descent]

(Gripping my head eyes bloodshot) you could've been beautiful. You could've been beautiful. You were new and gorgeous and alive. A vessel to be filled. You could have been brilliant, just like your creator. You could have been beautiful. Born to die, but no less lovely for it, not until you fulfilled your purpose. You close your eyes and lean into warm touch and it is agony; it is gutwrenching, it is everything. The transformation from creation into creature is grand and terrible. Warm touch burns your skin. Gentle winds feel like lashing whips. The sunlight becomes magma, searing and strange. You do not cry when you are born; you cry when you are filled to the brim with potential, with malevolence, given a burden not yours to bear. You cry because the first warm touch you feel begins to hurt. You cry because the winds, the beautiful sunlight, the heartbeat of another beneath your ear—it becomes agonizing. A tremulous pain that echoes as deeply as an earthquake. You could have been beautiful. You were, for a moment. You were small and beautiful and alive. The burden given to you smothers that, devours it whole, wailing its grief all the while.

Somewhere far beyond the failings of this life, somewhere far away from everything familiar, you are cradled there against a warm chest, peaceful.

You are unrecognizable and beautiful forever.