#lee!telamon

Doombringer stepped closer, letting his hammer clatter to the ground as he readied himself. Successfully catching Telamon for what he planned to do wasn’t going to be an easy feat.

“Step back, Doombringer. Cease this foOLERY-“

Telamon backed up as well. His tone raised an octave as he narrowly dodged a pounce by Doombringer, wing feathers puffing up slightly in a defensive stance.

This went on for a second time. Telamon only truly stayed because he knew (or rather, thought..) he could stay out of Doombringer’s grasp. He hadn’t teleported away or forced away Doombringer’s grip purely because he wanted to play into this childish situation.

“Uff.. really playing around here, arent’cha?”

Doombringer grunted, taking a moment to catch himself as he lost yet another ‘pounce’ attempt on the feathered god in front of him. Telamon was practically glowing with smug energy.

“Yes. Unless you’d like for me to go away? Or are you wanting to continue this game of cat and mouse?”

While Telamon was monologuing, Doombringer pounced. Telamon didn’t notice until it was a fraction of a second too late.

The two tumbled to the ground in a mix of feathers and fur, scuffling for a solid minute or two. Telamon became slightly irritated, trying to teleport away.

That is.. until something happened. He felt a jab to his side, which caused an unfamiliar tingling sensation to flood his nervous system. He jolted, hiding the involuntary starts of a smile with one of his head wings.

“So it’s true! The mighty Telamon, god of The Heights and holder of the Illumina.. possesses ticklishness!!”

“I do NOT!! SHUT YOUR TRAP—“

Telamon snapped, trying to force himself away from Doombringer. He did NOT like this. He hated that feeling—how it sapped his godly strength away—how weak it made him feel. He tried kicking Doom away, but it didn’t work. He hated Doom’s brute strength and how he couldn’t get out of his grip.

“Calm down there buddy.. it’s not like I’m gonna hurt ‘ya or anything. It’s all just in playful fun.”

“By making me look like a FOOL? This is almost as stupid as that BUCKET on your head.”

“The one that you gave me. Right.”

Telamon scoffs. Doom was right. He did give him the bucket, but.. THAT DIDN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW!! HE WANTED OUT!!

“I don’t care. Let me freHEE—“

Telamon almost glitched as the foreign sound forced itself out of him. A giggle. When he was in the middle of talking, Doom had poked him again. How rude!

Then again.

And again.

And again.

Telamon struggled to contain himself as the poking continued.

“GHK—relEASE me!! You foHOOL!!”

Another giggle. Telamon covered his face with his head wings, nearly burning up with how embarrassing this was. How dare Doombringer think he could do this?!

“I fear not, Tela. Like I said! You need to lighten up a bit. Laugh, maybe!”

…

“Besides, this is only poking! Imagine how you’ll react when I actually start.”

‘Actually start’. The words bounced around Telamon’s head as he froze up slightly. It could get WORSE?! And he thought this was bad already..

Before Telamon could say anything further, it started up. Relentless but steady scribbling along his ribs and sides. Helpless giggling bubbled out of him regardless of what he did, the god trying to curl up into a ball in a useless attempt to get away from the offending hands.

“YouHUHU baHAHASTaHARD!! StoHOHOP!!!”

Telamon squirmed like a stubborn worm, wings flapping about the platform the two were positioned on like something that just refused to stop moving. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t seem to get away. Doombringer’s hands just kept squeezing away at his sides at that infuriatingly gentle pace.

“Nuh uh, Tela. I’ve come aaaallll this way to make you happy! And I don’t plan on stopping now… hehe.”

Doombringer’s tone was maddeningly teasy, as if he knew how much he was affecting Telamon. It didn’t take a genius to see it, though..

He drew out the ‘all’ by dragging his fingers slowly up Telamon’s sides, then scribbling them all the way back down.

“OHOHO MY HEHEIGHTS—YOUHUHU IMBEHECILE!! IHI’M GONNA KILL YOU!!“

Doombringer brightened slightly at the musical sound, giggling to himself as he continued.

“Wow, Tela!! I didn’t know you were this ticklish.. so cute.”

“IHI AM NAHAHAT CUHUTE!!!”

“You sure? Because you’re sure acting like you are.”

Telamon made a sound of both laughter and frustration at Doombringer’s words. It infuriated him how easily this affected him and how weak he became at the very thought of it.

But he couldn’t deny this sort of.. giddy feeling starting to rise up inside his innermost core. He tried to ignore it—to push it away—but it only came back stronger.

“C’mon Tela, lemme see your face! I wanna see that smile of yours.”

Doombringer moved a hand toward Telamon’s head wings. He only planned to gently nudge them aside. Even with the wings covering the god’s face, he could see how flustered he was.

A sudden pain to his side. Doombringer winced slightly, looking down in confusion. ..ah. A kick. Telamon had managed to muster up enough energy and strength to kick Doombringer in his side.

“Kicking me now, Tela?? How rude of you. I might just have to teach you a lesson about niceness for once.”

“FUHUHUHACK OFF!!”

Doombringer was still unused to seeing (and hearing) Telamon laugh uncontrollably like this, but it wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, it was as welcome as it could be. It was an adorable sound (according to Doombringer).

“Wow.. now you’re cursing me!! That isn’t a way to treat your friends..”

“YOUHUHU’RE NAHAT MY FRIEHEHEND!!! I HAHATE YOU!!”

Telamon continued his squirming, wings nearly smacking Doombringer upside the head as the other’s fingers pressed into a tender spot on the ribs.

“I’ve had enough of your rudeness!!”

Doombringer takes a deep breath. Telamon tenses. He didn’t know what he was gonna do, but it wasn’t going to be any good—especially if Doombringer was looking at him like that.

The next ten seconds were chaos. Once Doombringer drew in as much breath as he could, he blew a raspberry on Telamon’s stomach. And BOY did that work.

“wHAHAHAHA—stAHAHAHAAAHAP!!”

Telamon shrieked. Actually shrieked. He himself didn’t even know why he reacted this severely. He felt the feeling of Doombringer’s raspberries a handful of times more. Each time, he responded with peals of shrieking laughter.

His feathers were ruffled and unkempt by all the squirming he was doing. And for once, he didn’t care about how he appeared. He only cared about getting away from Doombringer and his stupid tickles.

“How CUTE! Truly, Tela. You should laugh more. Maybe the civilians would approach you more if you did. Makes ‘ya look more approachable.”

Doombringer couldn’t help but giggle at the flurry of half-broken words that escaped the other beneath him. It was no doubt he was frustrated, but he could tell this was having a positive effect on Telamon.

“GEHEHET OHOFF OF MEHEE YOU OHOAF—“

He was flailing and kicking, all sense of dignity lost. Luckily they hadn’t drawn any attention from any nearby players (they were far too absorbed in their own battles), which made Telamon feel a slight sense of relief.

“Nah, I don’t plan on getting off just yet. I have one more spot I plan on getting.”

“..?”

“Say, your wings look a lil’ messy…”

Oh.

Oh no.

This isn’t good.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY WINGS!! I CAN GET THEM MYSELF!!”

“Gee, I can always count on you for explosive reactions. C’mon, Tel! You know I’m not gonna actually do anything negative. Just.. THIS!!”

Telamon felt an overwhelming sense of this tickly feeling as Doombringer’s hands dove into the pits of his wings. You would’ve thought he was being MURDERED by the shriek he let out.

A flurry of threats and curses tumbled out of his mouth, head wings and back wings alike flapping and flailing like crazy as Doombringer’s fingers scurried all across the most sensitive parts of his wings he didn’t even know he had.

“Hehe, I didn’t know you could get this loud! I know I said this would be the last part, but.. I wanna try one last thing!! Then I’ll let ‘ya go, ‘Kay?”

Oh how he hated that stupid teasing tone.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T CAHAHARE!!! GEHEHET IHIT OHOHOVER WIHITH!!”

Normally, he would’ve fought tooth and claw to get out of this. Normally, he wouldn’t allow ANY of this in the slightest. Normally, he wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place.

But this wasn’t a normal situation, was it?

Doombringer took a deep breath again. Telamon froze, and everything seemed to be going still. Before, he wasn’t familiar with this tactic. Now? He was more than familiar with it. He HATED it. He hated it when it was just on his stomach, but his WINGS? He was in for a whole world of pain (or rather.. ticklishness, heh).

“waITWAITWAITICHANGEMYMIN—“

He blabbered out, putting his hands in front of him as if that would do anything. But before he could finish his pleading, he felt it. That torturous feeling. Raspberries.. that was the name. It almost slipped his mind before Doombringer oh so helpfully reminded him.

It tickled. It tickled ALOT. Telamon fell into another fit of shrilly laughter, his body and mind completely on autopilot as he failed to defend himself from the offending tickles.

Then something interesting happened. A squawk. Then a chirp-like squeak. The two of them froze, and Doombringer looked as if he’d stop for a second.

“Did you-.. did you just squawk?? And chirp??”

“NO!! NOW GET OFF OF ME, YOU FOOL!!”

“How CUUTEEE!!!”

The raspberries continued for about 5 minutes or more. Telamon was in shambles by the end of it, the god a flustered and unkempt mess of feathers on the ground.

“..you okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

“I..Ihi’m FINE. I am a god, I will not be taken down by something as inferior and childish as tickling.”

“Heheh, alright. Although you looked like you enjoyed it kind—“

“SHUT UP!!”

“Fine, fine!!”

It was obvious Telamon was kind of irritated, but it was also equally easy to tell he was much calmer than before. He sat on the ground, wings twitching slightly before getting up. After a moment of catching his breath, he snaps his fingers. His appearance changed to that of the one before this whole tickling incident happened.

“Farewell, Doombringer.”

“Bye, Tela!!! See ‘ya later!!”

Telamon went back to surveying The Heights. Nothing much had changed, just a few new players. He felt calmer, whether he liked it or not. Maybe Doombringer’s childish strategy did truly work.

But now that this ‘tickling’ concept had been brought to light before him, he was already planning. Planning for something he knew would work.

Three......

Two....

One......

Tick.

The survivors were back from another round of the Spectre's cruelest game, all of them exhausted as some of them fell to the ground.

Jane was in the kitchen, boiling some water for herself and everyone who felt like having some coffee/tea that 'night'. She wiped off a tear with a hankerchief for John was the killer that unfateful round

Telamon crowed in displease. His long hair was messy as though he had witnessed 17 tornadoes and his wings fluttered a few times in vex before he released yet another clacking caw

Taph was busy sitting comfortably near a corner before perking up to the admin's annoyed cry. The sound of his talons clicking the hardwood floor reverberated in the silence.

Taph followed suite to wherever the god was heading to, leading them to a quiet, distant place surrounded by nothing but trees and close to the faint, crimson forcefield that prevented the damned to venture out too far.

Telamon sat on the foliage below, taking a deep breath before addressing the footsteps that had been following him.

"Telamon can hear you. What doth thou want, ave?"

Taph ceased in his tracks, putting both her arms behind his back in slight guilt.

🙏😓 😯❓️➡️👆 <Sorry.> <Just curious..>

There was a brief moment of silence before Telamon sighed

"Fear not, Telamon is not nettled at thou, ave. We are just tired."

👌 👆💢➡️👹👺👺

<It's fine>

<I hate the Spectre too.>

Taph signed, earning a huff of agreement from the god.

"If our powers weren't stripped, that.. thing would've been banished to the deepest depths of the Banlands. Behind chains, barriers and barriers of magic. Everything to seal it away for all of eternity."

Taph listened to everything he had to say about the Spectre. All his rambles about how heavy in security it would be sealed in. All the layers upon layers of gates, each riddled with an ever changing code that only an admin could predict.

The hawk cleared his breath upon realizing how long he'd been talking for, looking at Taph who had managed to not get bored midway through the conversation

"Ehem. We may have gotten a bit overboard, haven't we?"

🙅‍♀️🙅‍♂️🫵👍‼️ <No— no, you're fine!>

They frantically waved as Telamon fell back on the ground

He cawed as he spread out out his wings, not feeling like preening at the moment.

"Telamon is too debilitated. We do not feel like cleaning our plumes."

Taph looked at him before an idea sparked in her mind. She remembered.. that rather flustering memory of Telamon preening their wings, leading him to squirm around lightly from the touch

🦅⚔️ <Mr.Telamon?>

He lifted up his headwing when he heard his name be signed "What is it that thou wants now, fellow ave?"

👆👋🪽🫵❓️ <May I help preening you?>

Telamon raised an eyebrow before sighing. How long has it been since another person offered such act? Not too long, that's for sure

The admin stretched out both of his wings, allowing Taph to easily access every tangled and unkept feather in his plumes. She moved closer, starting off by preening the left, largest wing.

"While you're helping us, we'd like to request you t..to be gehentle." He turned to look at Taph, who was already plucking away at some of the loose feathers

She nodded, occasionally combing the wing to smoothen out the feathers. Telamon's face was masked behind his head wings as he tried to stifle his own giggling

He kept it as quiet as he could, knowing how poor Taph's hearing tends to be. This unfortunately didn't stop them from figuring out something was up, however

Taph's gloved claws came to a halt when they felt Telamon's wings jerk and shudder under her touch

"Why dihid thou halt?"

The admin looked at Taph while her hands were hovering above his massive, unfinished wing

A few stray feathers were plucked off and his marginal coverts were beginning to look a bit more cleaner than before

"Keep up thy work, fellow ave."

Hearing the admin's approval, the trapper continued running his claws through the primary feathers. Much like her, there were some scars riddled around his wings albeit for a different reason. Machetes, chainsaws, daemonshanks, claws, those wings were an easy target for anything sharp. Each scar of his gleamed a subtle gold.

Ichor.

The demolitionist stayed careful, trying not to accidentally hit any of the healed wounds. He was maddeningly gentle, which caused Telamon to chuckle lightly.

"Mmm- mhmhmhm- Pffh-" He placed a clawed hand over his mouth, trying not to squirm too much. Being ticklish yet also a revered god took a toll on his ego

👆🪶🫵❓️❓️ <Am I tickling you?>

Telamon coughed upon seeing the question be signed, waving his left hand (the same one he had been holding his laugh with)

"No- no. Thahat ihis luhudicrous!"

Unfortunately, Taph wasnt fooled this time. She lowered his claw once more, intentionally beginning to scribble away

"AHAHAH!?? Hahalt, fehellow ahave! Wehe hahave noho tihime for chihilds- heheh- plahahay!"

After a moment, they stopped skittering and continued on with combing his wing. Taph (attempted) to hum a song yet all that came out were strange yet melodic coos and chirps.

Once she was done with his left wing, he moved on to the left hip wing. Telamon had four, so this process is going to take a while. Doesn't help that the highly regarded admin is sensitive though..

Due to the hip wing being a bit more smaller, it was somewhat easier to preen it. Unfortunately that didn't make it any less sensitive than the others, though

"Hrk- heh- mmmhmhm- snrk-"

The trapper had to straddle his wing due to how much it kept flapping. So squirmy...

Almost immediately after Taph got off his wing, it curled and folded against his waist as Telamon wheezed and caught his breath

✌️🪽,🦅⚔️ <Two more, Sir Telamon!>

Taph moved over to the largest wing on his right, doing what he usually did as carefully as possible. Telamon's left wing wrapped around his side as if it would protect him from the tickles

This time, Taph's whole body was on his wing. He was using their weight to prevent the god from folding out of instinct, allowing her to preen him a bit more effectively

The fact that his tail feathers were slightly grazing him made it more unbearable

"Ehehahah- Hehehehe!" a wheeze "Heheheh- heheh- squaawk!!"

😶 ⬇️🛑‼️🙏🙏 <...> <Stay still, pleaase!>

"WEHEHE AHAHARE TRIHIHIYING!"

Even though he wasn't a big fan of being restrained, he wasn't a big fan of looking all muddled up and messy either. Appearances were very important to him, after all

Suddenly, a harsh jerk managed to push Taph. They looked at Telamon, then his wing, then to the admin again. Despite the fact that she was (always) cloaked, he could tell the demolitionist was tired of his shit

The trapper went to the last wing— the hipwing on his right

However, instead of immediately going to work and rearranging his plumes as usual, her talons began to skitter and scribble at his wing instead. She traced shapes, prodded spots,, his poor wing wasn't safe

"tahAAHAHAHPH!!?? WHAHAT ART THOHOU DOHOING NOHO-" Wheeze "HOW??"

The screech that escaped him was so loud, he could've sworn she heard the frantic flapping of startled birds flying away. Taph wasn't entirely playing, however,, as she was both tickling and preening the poor god's wing

After around 2 and a half minutes, he finally stopped fiddling with his feathers. The admin finally caught his breath as little chirps and giggles escaped him

"Ehehhehh- ahhk- phffehh-"

He sat up, looking at his now pristine ish feathers (the back of his wings weren't really preened however as he was laying down)

"Thahahnk yohou, fehellow ahave. But, becahause ohof what you were doing ehearlier, you shahall,, heh,, pahay."

Taph shivered at the threat. If it werent for the headwings folding over her face, she wouldve had this flustered, blushy expression

"Anywahays. We shall return to the cabin now. Once again, greatest thanks for thy offering to preen us. Rest up, fellow ave; for the next round may start soon"

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