Builderman

(Telemon pov))

It was a known fact that a mere mortal and a god couldn’t possibly form a bond: Builderman kept repeating that fact in his head over and over again,cheeks flushed as his mind drifted to Telamon again.

The dev knew he was the only one the deity could trust with his life,and that made him melt.
He knew he wouldn’t leave…
..right?

__

It had been a few years after Telamon’s disappearance,Builderman getting progressively more and more unmotivated,almost depressed.
He felt like he was grieving…
But it was just a lost friendship,he had to remind himself.

A friendship.

The dev sighed,taking another long sip of his coffee: he had changed,the once proud stance reduced to a tired mess,the hat over his head covering his eyes -just like Telamon used to- and a bit of overgrown hair.
He was silently begging for the deity to come back,for this to all be a sick joke so he could run over back to that bastard and kiss him just like they used to-
No.
Thats wrong to think,fuck.

Builderman shook his thoughts back onto place,eyes soon wandering away to the window near him: it was night…how long at it been since he’d had an actual good night’s sleep?
He didn’t bother to think about it,setting his mug down on the counter and leaving it a mess,as usual.

The dev was about to plop down on the couch and maybe fall asleep there: the bed still had some of Telamon’s scent,it was hard to get him out of his mind sometimes.
He sighed,eyes already stinging at the thought: for the love of god,he was a fully grown man! He couldn’t be crying over a…friend!

Builderman’s eyes were about to close,yet before he could he felt a familiar warm glow beside him,making him turn to at least see what it was: his heart dropped.

Telemon was standing there in his living room, making the dev blink a few too many times: was there something in his coffe..?*

“Telamon? Is it…really you?”
Pronouncing the deity’s name felt like poison in his mouth,making him wince at his own words.
Yet…he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Was he going crazy?

(Telemon pov))

It was a known fact that a mere mortal and a god couldn’t possibly form a bond: Builderman kept repeating that fact in his head over and over again,cheeks flushed as his mind drifted to Telamon again.

The dev knew he was the only one the deity could trust with his life,and that made him melt.
He knew he wouldn’t leave…
..right?

__

It had been a few years after Telamon’s disappearance,Builderman getting progressively more and more unmotivated,almost depressed.
He felt like he was grieving…
But it was just a lost friendship,he had to remind himself.

A friendship.

The dev sighed,taking another long sip of his coffee: he had changed,the once proud stance reduced to a tired mess,the hat over his head covering his eyes -just like Telamon used to- and a bit of overgrown hair.
He was silently begging for the deity to come back,for this to all be a sick joke so he could run over back to that bastard and kiss him just like they used to-
No.
Thats wrong to think,fuck.

Builderman shook his thoughts back onto place,eyes soon wandering away to the window near him: it was night…how long at it been since he’d had an actual good night’s sleep?
He didn’t bother to think about it,setting his mug down on the counter and leaving it a mess,as usual.

The dev was about to plop down on the couch and maybe fall asleep there: the bed still had some of Telamon’s scent,it was hard to get him out of his mind sometimes.
He sighed,eyes already stinging at the thought: for the love of god,he was a fully grown man! He couldn’t be crying over a…friend!

Builderman’s eyes were about to close,yet before he could he felt a familiar warm glow beside him,making him turn to at least see what it was: his heart dropped.

Telemon was standing there in his living room, making the dev blink a few too many times: was there something in his coffe..?*

“Telamon? Is it…really you?”
Pronouncing the deity’s name felt like poison in his mouth,making him wince at his own words.