We need an angel

or something that looks like one

[theprideheinvokes]

Hello. Welcome to the manor lost soul, you will be of purpose to someone soon. In the meantime, rest.

Be kind to the other guests and anyone else, living or dead, who visits.

MWAHAHAHAHHAAA! TELAMON ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT LET'S GOOO!!!

As always, basic DNI, mild NSFW is allowed but keep it civil, the runner here is a minor.

!!Note that this version of Telamon is NOT the same person as Shedletsky, in this au they are separate people with a "soul connection" as I like to call it.!!

Telamon in my au is 100+ but physically around 30 ish because he chooses to be, uses He/They/It interchangeably, and has a SIBLING RELATIONSHIP with Builderman! Sorry folks no Buildermon for you.

[theprideheinvokes]

~•After that encounter they've.... Gotten worse honestly, it doesn't want to think of the possibility that his brother might end up dead, they have to have trust in the Hero. She was picked for this task after all, they'll make it in time, Telamon just... Has to be patient...•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He feels as through he should be surprised, or confused, or something. Yet he couldn't find himself being so. He just feels... sad.

* Sad that his mare existence, the implications of it, would break whatever comfort he would've brought.

* Breathing in, he goes into the walls and around the general area Telamon is in. Popping out of the wall opposite to where he was and out in the open. Still at a distance, he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

* "... what... happened to you?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He feels a sense of joy that lasts barely a millisecond before his whole demeanor drops.•~

I... I suppose I could ask the same of you... Heights, how? You- it shouldn't be possible- even in a different timeline- I... I'm sorry.

~•It slowly moves towards the ghost, hands on his shoulders, not phasing through (of course, what else could you expect from the literal god of spirits) glowing tears building up.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* There it is. Maybe he should've stayed hidden. Maybe it would've been better that way.

* The ghost froze at the touch, his wings fluttering and curling into themselves. He seemed... almost startled at being able to physically feel. He looks up at Telamon, permanent tears continuing to spill.

* "... Ahah, well..."

* He couldn't hold a smile before he looked away from the god. His own hand moving to lightly grab Telamon's arm, almost seeming to be testing if he could hold onto him.

* "... I don't... really know, either.. sorry."

* With the faint thoughts of his peasant self at the back of his mind, he's starting to think that his ignorance was a mercy.

[theprideheinvokes]

... Don't apologize, from your permanent tears I doubt it's anything pleasant.

~•It's not their brother but they really don't care. They hug him regardless, even putting themselves through more pain as wings wrap around him as well.•~

It's impossible for me to find you... In my timeline at least... I... I do hope that you haven't faced this fate there as well.

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He... sorta goes limp as soon as Telamon wrapped his arms around him, resting his head against his friend's shoulder. Could he call him friend? He barely knows him, yet he feels confident enough to call him that.

* His head wings attempt to mimic Telamon's own, somewhat hovering around his head sort of like a shield. He couldn't really wrap them around like his, but he tried, at least.

* "... i hope so."

* His voice is stained, and so, so very tired. Slowly lifting his arms to hug the other Telamon back, somewhat holding onto him.

* "h ei ghts, i re a ll y ho pe s o."

[theprideheinvokes]

You need rest little spirit... You've been running yourself ragged haven't you?

~•The movement of his head wings is amusing to them, enough to bring a small smile to their face as they hug him. Properly and all.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* "i can't. i can't rest, i can't."

* He repeats for a few moments before pausing, breathing in and out. It's odd, knowing that he doesn't need to breathe, and yet his body still acts like it does. Is it even a body? He doesn't know.

* "i'm still there. waiting. i can't—"

* He stops talking, shakily sighing before burying his head into Telamon's shoulder. His wings curling into themselves, the spawnpoint around his neck continuing to spin, each tick at a time.

[theprideheinvokes]

Brother you're going to break your spirit more... You should rest while you can, even if only for a moment.

~•It's a little more concerned, rubbing his back and bringing him a little closer.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* For just the slightest moment, he seems to struggle against the sudden closeness, before realising it's just Telamon. Blinking away the increase in tears before bringing his hand up to wipe them away, only for it to go through him.

* "i... i tried, it..."

* Loud. All the times it's quiet, his own voice, asking to be let go, gets louder. Asking to be free, asking to be able to see his friend again. Asking to go home.

* He held onto the god a little bit tighter.

* "... i can't."

[theprideheinvokes]

~•They sigh, pulling away slowly.•~

Very well... But I do hope you find a way to relax.... I should go, I doubt this timeline will take nicely to my presence.

[the-future-haunts-you]

* Very reluctantly, the ghost lets go of the god. His wings drooping down, slightly sad that he's leaving, but he nods anyways.

* "... that's fair. don't want it to break anymore then it already is, eheh.."

* He paused for a moment, before waving Telamon goodbye. A small smile on his face.

* "... goodbye. i... hope you find your brother soon."

[theprideheinvokes]

And I hope you're freed safely soon.

~•Telamon waves as well before taking off on injured wings.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He feels as through he should be surprised, or confused, or something. Yet he couldn't find himself being so. He just feels... sad.

* Sad that his mare existence, the implications of it, would break whatever comfort he would've brought.

* Breathing in, he goes into the walls and around the general area Telamon is in. Popping out of the wall opposite to where he was and out in the open. Still at a distance, he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

* "... what... happened to you?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He feels a sense of joy that lasts barely a millisecond before his whole demeanor drops.•~

I... I suppose I could ask the same of you... Heights, how? You- it shouldn't be possible- even in a different timeline- I... I'm sorry.

~•It slowly moves towards the ghost, hands on his shoulders, not phasing through (of course, what else could you expect from the literal god of spirits) glowing tears building up.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* There it is. Maybe he should've stayed hidden. Maybe it would've been better that way.

* The ghost froze at the touch, his wings fluttering and curling into themselves. He seemed... almost startled at being able to physically feel. He looks up at Telamon, permanent tears continuing to spill.

* "... Ahah, well..."

* He couldn't hold a smile before he looked away from the god. His own hand moving to lightly grab Telamon's arm, almost seeming to be testing if he could hold onto him.

* "... I don't... really know, either.. sorry."

* With the faint thoughts of his peasant self at the back of his mind, he's starting to think that his ignorance was a mercy.

[theprideheinvokes]

... Don't apologize, from your permanent tears I doubt it's anything pleasant.

~•It's not their brother but they really don't care. They hug him regardless, even putting themselves through more pain as wings wrap around him as well.•~

It's impossible for me to find you... In my timeline at least... I... I do hope that you haven't faced this fate there as well.

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He... sorta goes limp as soon as Telamon wrapped his arms around him, resting his head against his friend's shoulder. Could he call him friend? He barely knows him, yet he feels confident enough to call him that.

* His head wings attempt to mimic Telamon's own, somewhat hovering around his head sort of like a shield. He couldn't really wrap them around like his, but he tried, at least.

* "... i hope so."

* His voice is stained, and so, so very tired. Slowly lifting his arms to hug the other Telamon back, somewhat holding onto him.

* "h ei ghts, i re a ll y ho pe s o."

[theprideheinvokes]

You need rest little spirit... You've been running yourself ragged haven't you?

~•The movement of his head wings is amusing to them, enough to bring a small smile to their face as they hug him. Properly and all.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* "i can't. i can't rest, i can't."

* He repeats for a few moments before pausing, breathing in and out. It's odd, knowing that he doesn't need to breathe, and yet his body still acts like it does. Is it even a body? He doesn't know.

* "i'm still there. waiting. i can't—"

* He stops talking, shakily sighing before burying his head into Telamon's shoulder. His wings curling into themselves, the spawnpoint around his neck continuing to spin, each tick at a time.

[theprideheinvokes]

Brother you're going to break your spirit more... You should rest while you can, even if only for a moment.

~•It's a little more concerned, rubbing his back and bringing him a little closer.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* For just the slightest moment, he seems to struggle against the sudden closeness, before realising it's just Telamon. Blinking away the increase in tears before bringing his hand up to wipe them away, only for it to go through him.

* "i... i tried, it..."

* Loud. All the times it's quiet, his own voice, asking to be let go, gets louder. Asking to be free, asking to be able to see his friend again. Asking to go home.

* He held onto the god a little bit tighter.

* "... i can't."

[theprideheinvokes]

~•They sigh, pulling away slowly.•~

Very well... But I do hope you find a way to relax.... I should go, I doubt this timeline will take nicely to my presence.

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He feels as through he should be surprised, or confused, or something. Yet he couldn't find himself being so. He just feels... sad.

* Sad that his mare existence, the implications of it, would break whatever comfort he would've brought.

* Breathing in, he goes into the walls and around the general area Telamon is in. Popping out of the wall opposite to where he was and out in the open. Still at a distance, he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

* "... what... happened to you?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He feels a sense of joy that lasts barely a millisecond before his whole demeanor drops.•~

I... I suppose I could ask the same of you... Heights, how? You- it shouldn't be possible- even in a different timeline- I... I'm sorry.

~•It slowly moves towards the ghost, hands on his shoulders, not phasing through (of course, what else could you expect from the literal god of spirits) glowing tears building up.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* There it is. Maybe he should've stayed hidden. Maybe it would've been better that way.

* The ghost froze at the touch, his wings fluttering and curling into themselves. He seemed... almost startled at being able to physically feel. He looks up at Telamon, permanent tears continuing to spill.

* "... Ahah, well..."

* He couldn't hold a smile before he looked away from the god. His own hand moving to lightly grab Telamon's arm, almost seeming to be testing if he could hold onto him.

* "... I don't... really know, either.. sorry."

* With the faint thoughts of his peasant self at the back of his mind, he's starting to think that his ignorance was a mercy.

[theprideheinvokes]

... Don't apologize, from your permanent tears I doubt it's anything pleasant.

~•It's not their brother but they really don't care. They hug him regardless, even putting themselves through more pain as wings wrap around him as well.•~

It's impossible for me to find you... In my timeline at least... I... I do hope that you haven't faced this fate there as well.

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He... sorta goes limp as soon as Telamon wrapped his arms around him, resting his head against his friend's shoulder. Could he call him friend? He barely knows him, yet he feels confident enough to call him that.

* His head wings attempt to mimic Telamon's own, somewhat hovering around his head sort of like a shield. He couldn't really wrap them around like his, but he tried, at least.

* "... i hope so."

* His voice is stained, and so, so very tired. Slowly lifting his arms to hug the other Telamon back, somewhat holding onto him.

* "h ei ghts, i re a ll y ho pe s o."

[theprideheinvokes]

You need rest little spirit... You've been running yourself ragged haven't you?

~•The movement of his head wings is amusing to them, enough to bring a small smile to their face as they hug him. Properly and all.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* "i can't. i can't rest, i can't."

* He repeats for a few moments before pausing, breathing in and out. It's odd, knowing that he doesn't need to breathe, and yet his body still acts like it does. Is it even a body? He doesn't know.

* "i'm still there. waiting. i can't—"

* He stops talking, shakily sighing before burying his head into Telamon's shoulder. His wings curling into themselves, the spawnpoint around his neck continuing to spin, each tick at a time.

[theprideheinvokes]

Brother you're going to break your spirit more... You should rest while you can, even if only for a moment.

~•It's a little more concerned, rubbing his back and bringing him a little closer.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He feels as through he should be surprised, or confused, or something. Yet he couldn't find himself being so. He just feels... sad.

* Sad that his mare existence, the implications of it, would break whatever comfort he would've brought.

* Breathing in, he goes into the walls and around the general area Telamon is in. Popping out of the wall opposite to where he was and out in the open. Still at a distance, he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

* "... what... happened to you?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He feels a sense of joy that lasts barely a millisecond before his whole demeanor drops.•~

I... I suppose I could ask the same of you... Heights, how? You- it shouldn't be possible- even in a different timeline- I... I'm sorry.

~•It slowly moves towards the ghost, hands on his shoulders, not phasing through (of course, what else could you expect from the literal god of spirits) glowing tears building up.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* There it is. Maybe he should've stayed hidden. Maybe it would've been better that way.

* The ghost froze at the touch, his wings fluttering and curling into themselves. He seemed... almost startled at being able to physically feel. He looks up at Telamon, permanent tears continuing to spill.

* "... Ahah, well..."

* He couldn't hold a smile before he looked away from the god. His own hand moving to lightly grab Telamon's arm, almost seeming to be testing if he could hold onto him.

* "... I don't... really know, either.. sorry."

* With the faint thoughts of his peasant self at the back of his mind, he's starting to think that his ignorance was a mercy.

[theprideheinvokes]

... Don't apologize, from your permanent tears I doubt it's anything pleasant.

~•It's not their brother but they really don't care. They hug him regardless, even putting themselves through more pain as wings wrap around him as well.•~

It's impossible for me to find you... In my timeline at least... I... I do hope that you haven't faced this fate there as well.

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He... sorta goes limp as soon as Telamon wrapped his arms around him, resting his head against his friend's shoulder. Could he call him friend? He barely knows him, yet he feels confident enough to call him that.

* His head wings attempt to mimic Telamon's own, somewhat hovering around his head sort of like a shield. He couldn't really wrap them around like his, but he tried, at least.

* "... i hope so."

* His voice is stained, and so, so very tired. Slowly lifting his arms to hug the other Telamon back, somewhat holding onto him.

* "h ei ghts, i re a ll y ho pe s o."

[theprideheinvokes]

You need rest little spirit... You've been running yourself ragged haven't you?

~•The movement of his head wings is amusing to them, enough to bring a small smile to their face as they hug him. Properly and all.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He feels as through he should be surprised, or confused, or something. Yet he couldn't find himself being so. He just feels... sad.

* Sad that his mare existence, the implications of it, would break whatever comfort he would've brought.

* Breathing in, he goes into the walls and around the general area Telamon is in. Popping out of the wall opposite to where he was and out in the open. Still at a distance, he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

* "... what... happened to you?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He feels a sense of joy that lasts barely a millisecond before his whole demeanor drops.•~

I... I suppose I could ask the same of you... Heights, how? You- it shouldn't be possible- even in a different timeline- I... I'm sorry.

~•It slowly moves towards the ghost, hands on his shoulders, not phasing through (of course, what else could you expect from the literal god of spirits) glowing tears building up.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* There it is. Maybe he should've stayed hidden. Maybe it would've been better that way.

* The ghost froze at the touch, his wings fluttering and curling into themselves. He seemed... almost startled at being able to physically feel. He looks up at Telamon, permanent tears continuing to spill.

* "... Ahah, well..."

* He couldn't hold a smile before he looked away from the god. His own hand moving to lightly grab Telamon's arm, almost seeming to be testing if he could hold onto him.

* "... I don't... really know, either.. sorry."

* With the faint thoughts of his peasant self at the back of his mind, he's starting to think that his ignorance was a mercy.

[theprideheinvokes]

... Don't apologize, from your permanent tears I doubt it's anything pleasant.

~•It's not their brother but they really don't care. They hug him regardless, even putting themselves through more pain as wings wrap around him as well.•~

It's impossible for me to find you... In my timeline at least... I... I do hope that you haven't faced this fate there as well.

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

* He feels as through he should be surprised, or confused, or something. Yet he couldn't find himself being so. He just feels... sad.

* Sad that his mare existence, the implications of it, would break whatever comfort he would've brought.

* Breathing in, he goes into the walls and around the general area Telamon is in. Popping out of the wall opposite to where he was and out in the open. Still at a distance, he asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

* "... what... happened to you?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He feels a sense of joy that lasts barely a millisecond before his whole demeanor drops.•~

I... I suppose I could ask the same of you... Heights, how? You- it shouldn't be possible- even in a different timeline- I... I'm sorry.

~•It slowly moves towards the ghost, hands on his shoulders, not phasing through (of course, what else could you expect from the literal god of spirits) glowing tears building up.•~

[the-future-haunts-you]

Well this timeline is... Different..? It doesn't feel as such...

~•Yikes! Telamon lose in the dead builderman timeline!•~

I can feel him though... Is my brother not trapped in this time?

@theprideheinvokes

* He flinched at the sudden voice, a voice he vaguely recognizes as one of his friend's. Not in the sense that it's his voice, no, but a voice he remembers him using when he doesn't want to be recognized, yet so far removed.

* Floating closer to where the voice came from, he peeks from behind a wall and pauses. Oh, he knows those robes, he could spot them from a mile away.

* "... Telamon?"

[theprideheinvokes]

~•The God's battered wings twitch, they heard their name, their brothers voice, where..?•~

Brother? Builderman where are you? Are you playing tricks with me again?

~•They know it's not their Builderman directly but Father Roblox let him pretend- even for a little bit.•~

[theprideheinvokes]

Hmm... Perhaps I can force my way into another timeline... If only temporarily... Just to see him...

~•His state has drastically worsened, feathers pulled where they shouldn't be, even his left wing looks a little crooked, the usual pristine look of his clothing now gone, he looks like he hasn't slept in days. He's getting desperate at this rate.•~

[theprideheinvokes]

Master Telamon, have you heard?

Many different versions of the world have been melting together as of late. Different variants of the same people, meeting other worlds where they can either be better or worse.

Have you witnessed these other worlds? Can you see them, intertwined with yours?

Have any caught your eye?

I was aware of the timelines getting close enough to overlap for brief moments. No I have not seen any, though I suppose you will know when I end up in one. And I am unable to tell what each timeline contains, the numbers and lines of data are quick and fleeting.

[theprideheinvokes]

//ooc post!

Just a hint for the Blocktales Discord. I'm already in there, have fun finding me.

[theprideheinvokes]

~•He's been nothing but stressed, picking at his wings (which look like a mess at this rate) and repeatedly looking over the entirety of the world hundreds of times, every inch has been looked over hundreds of times. Nothing. Not a single sign of his brother or where he could be.•~

[theprideheinvokes]

Oh hi talemin! Can I have a hug please? Also how's shudlosky?

-🌹

You are allowed a hug.

~•It gently pulled you into his arms, their wings also loosely wrapping around you.•~

I am unaware of that mortals condition but from what I can tell he's recovering nicely.

[theprideheinvokes]

𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟????

ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒 𝕋𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣! 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪!

What is this... Tumblr? I've been struggling to keep up with more recent developments so I apologize for not understanding.

//yeah, y'all are just spirits living in his mansion unless you note it otherwise.

[theprideheinvokes]

Nothing. I've searched the very code of this world... And still gone, as if his existence has been erased.

~•It doesn't like that its brother is completely missing, whoever managed to take him clearly being powerful enough to make it impossible for Telamon to find them.•~

[theprideheinvokes]

She pushes the wing away with her long, cold claws.

Now now, don't want to start a catastrophe don't you?

-your greatest nightmare

~•He continues his was forward, ignoring the parasite. Making it outside the manor, his wings spread before he takes off.•~