#ler!telamon

Another round over. The survivors went into the cabin, some sitting down and some even falling asleep from the sheer exhaustion from all the things that they had gone through. Generators... Exploding flintlocks.. Green, glowing "boomerangs"...

Everyone was tired of it all, especially Taph,

Despite having time to preen his plumes, he just couldn't. He was too busy thinking of other things that self grooming hardly crossed his mind even once unlike Telamon, who cared for himself as much he did for the others

When he spotted him on the other side of the cabin, he couldnt help but notice how... rough his feathers looked. Sure, ealing with explosions is no quiet task but he should atleast care for himself a little bit

Well, theres still a bit of time left until another round starts, right? It wouldnt hurt to approach him

Telamon adjusted the hood of his cloak before standing up from his seat and striding towards where Taph was resting

He gently tapped the wood right beside him, careful as to not startle the lone demolitionist

"Hey Taph!" he smiled warmly, crossing his legs as he settled right next to them

👋 <hello!>

He gave a shy wave, not being used to an admin approaching him

"It's quite exhausting with this whole cycle, huh.."

Taph nodded in agreement. It really is tiring having to deal with killers constantly after their blood

...

"Hey, this might sound like a strange request but is it fine if I.. y'know... preen your wing?"

They perked up upon hearing the admin's question.

<THE Telamon...Offering to preen my wings? This must be some sick hallucination from Noli.>

They rested their hand on their chin for a moment before complying; spreading out his right wing to allow Telamon to properly groom his feathers

When he placed his hand on his wing, they twitched. He didn't think much of this however, I mean. A bit strange having someone touch your wing for the first time, right?

A few tangled feathers here... a few to be adjustments here.... Huh, interesting pink scars y'got the- they paused when Taph's wing suddenly jolted. Concerned, Telamon looked back at him, seeing that their facial wings started to cover their face more

"Did that hurt?" He tilted his head

🙅.👆👍 <no, i'm alright>

He was skeptical for a moment, but continued anyway.

He's kind of squirmy.. huh. the admin studied, noticing how every time his fingers ran through their feathers it always resulted in a twitch / flick

A thought briefly crossed his mind. He debated on whether to act on it or not, but he decided to do it anyway

"I'm gonna try something out reaall quick." He turned to Taph again, albeit more briefly before drumming his finger against his wing. The outcome was,,, surprising, to say the least

Despite being mute, it almost looked like he was trying to hold back laughs. With shaky hands, they struggled to sign:

⁉️⁉️⁉️ <whahat ahahare you dohoing!?>

Telamon chuckled as he watched the demolitionist writh not in pain but from the ticklish energy that thet never knew was there in the first place

😆😆😆⁉️⁉️⁉️

👆💭👇👇🅰️🪽🪮

<I thohought thihis was juhust a preehening sehessiohion!>

Well, it was but Telamon is a preetty cheeky guy for an intimidating admin

It kind of reminds them of a specific swordfighter...

Taph jolted even harder when he ran his finger between his marginal and secondary coverts. Bingo. This must be a sensitive spot, judging by how the demolitionist began to slam his fist against the wood floorboard

Eventually, Telamon relented; letting the fellow survivor breathe

It was really hard to hear, but he swore he heard really faint cooing come from them

How the tables have turned.. He mused, looking at his own set of wings

...

The wind howled as the blizzard outside the cabin went on. The survivors were unsure of how or why the weather began acting strangely before deciding it was The Spectre's doing

Dusekkar watched as the little flame within the hearth danced weakly. He took a stick from the fireplace and inserted it into the pumpkin they always wore, igniting the firewood twig before feeding it back into the hearth. Due to being the first one to die in the round, there was no one else in the cabin

It was silent, save for the unmistakeable sound of talons clicking. Telamon, despite being half hawk, was shivering a little bit. His wings were wrapped around his body, acting as a makeshift blanket. He recently died a while after he did and he was shuddering after having to run and survive in a cold, windy map.

The admin sat next to the cervitaur. He extended his arms, reaching for the warm fireplace that Dusekkar was tending to. He looked rather vulnerable despite how much he didn't want to appear as such in the presence of other people. Fortunately, no one else was there with him other than the fellow admin

"We are cold. We require thy fire's warmth"

"Our." He politely corrected before feeding another burning twig into the hearth "The fire is both mine and thine and anyone who may be struggling this hour."

Telamon dipped his head in agreement. He inched closer towards the other admin, gently using his wing to feel the texture of his fur. They looked at him in confusion, subtly trying to hide the indigo blush that bloomed on his face

"Thy coat is nice and soft. May Telamon come closer and huddle for warmth?"

The feathers gently grazing him was a bit flustering yet they managed to keep their composure. He nodded, allowing the god to lean on him and shield himself from the cold.

"I don't mind, dear Telamon; for I am not unkind."

Dusekkar's fur was more warmer compared to the petite flame, coaxing him to gently run his hand through his pearl-white fur. The cervitaur tried their hardest not to laugh, especially with how close Telamon's claw was to their stomach.

"Mmmhmhm- snrk- pfffhh—"

While they desperately tried to hold in his laugh, it didn't help resist the sudden surge of warmth that now flowed through his entire body. Telamon looked up at him, finally figuring out what was going on.

"Telahamon— Yohou're nohot thinking what I'm thinking, aren't you?"

He smirked before skittering more deliberately across his back and sides, causing them to finally begin laughing as the flame within his head began to glow brighter than the fireplace itself

"Ahahah!? Telahahamohon— ehehehe-!"

He didn't bother responding to his name being called. He was simply laying his head on Dusekkar's reindeer-like body, scribbling and rubbing away at their sides just to get him to lighten up– figuratively and literallly.

Besides, he was always such a cheeky ler. He has fun simply wrecking survivors to pieces and he just so happens to be in the mood for it. Despite Dusekkar's protests, they actually didn't mind it. He did feel a bit embarrassed though.. What if a survivor comes in and witnessed them get destroyed?

Suddenly, when they felt Telamon's hand lightly grip his hind leg, he knew they were screwed. Next thing he knew, he felt feathers gently skimming across the bottom of their hoof.

Their laughter's pitch rose up and so did his flames. Seems like this was one of his worst spots

"AHAHAH- snrrk- NOHOHOO— WAHAHAAIITT—"

They wheezed, instinctively bucking against him which proved useless due to his strength. To him, parrying a kick from a certain squirming cervitaur was like blocking an opponent's sword.

"NOOHOOOO— EHEEHAHAHAH— snrk-CEHEHEAAASSSEEEE—" He wheezed again, coughing for a brief moment before laughing once more spoiler alert— they didnt really mean it

"Cease what? Thiiis?"

With ease, he flipped Dusekkar over and went to town on his now exposed stomach and hooves. Despite how heavily flushed they felt, he was having loads of fun and so did Telamon

"WAHAIT- NOHOT THE STOMAHA- AHAHHAHAHAHACK!EEEHEHEHEHEHE"

"Telamon thinks thy fur is very pleasant. It reminds us of Taph's feathers, in a way"

"OHOHOOH SHUHUUUHUUUHUSSHHHHH"

"Why must we? We complimented thy pelt,, and that's how thou must repay us?" Telamon tilted his head, raising the pace to be more faster

"AHAH- AHAHAHPOLOGIHEHEHES— EEHEHAHAHAH!! IHIHI MEHEHEANT THAHAHAANK YOHOU—"

"Very well, cervid fellow."

With that said, Telamon finally ceased; going back to cuddling him and subtly rubbing circles on their back

"Eheheh— eehhh,, heheh,,,"

The round then ended as they both laid in front of the fireplaces. Veeronica approached the admin, waving before facing the giggling cervitaur beside him

"Hii Telamon! Why's Dusekkar giggling? Were you two sharing jokes?"

"T'was a long story, Vee,," He chuckled "And certainly had more than just jokes"

"Oh. and by the way," He looked at him again "Telamon likes thy wheeze"

Dusekkar huffed playfully at the comment then went back to tending to the fireplace as usual