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It had been weeks since he saw the pigeon, and now he was getting worried. Sure, he was a murderous deity who was focused on killing innocent souls to prove he was better, and loved seeing the life leave people’s eyes, and watching them beg for mercy while he violently tears their ears off… but he could still be worried for the demolitionist. The last time he saw them, they were… needy… And it was September—
The gears slowly turned in Telamon’s head as he realized. Pigeons mate year-round, sure, but mainly in Spring and Fall.
…Did he?—
He needed someone who could answer his questions, like 007n7 or Jane Doe, someone with detailed answers-
“Telamon? Don’t you have a quota to fulfill? You’re sitting there still, and no one’s been killed.” Dusekkar questioned, appearing from nowhere in particular. He wasn’t the best for answering questions, but he’ll do for now. Dusekkar was given no time to react before being grabbed by his horns and shoved against the cave aggressively. Telamon held his blade to Dusekkar’s throat.
“Telamon has a question. It is imperative that Dusekkar answers Telamon’s questions, or he will meet an unfortunate fate.” He threatened.
The pumpkin gulped, stating, “I’ll answer what you request so you don’t follow suit on your threats.”
“Have you seen Taph?” He asked, straight to the point.
“The demolitionist is fine, I last saw him at nine.” He rhymed, smiling. Telamon was getting annoyed. That could be am or pm… The rhyming was getting him nowhere, no description of any factors.
“Stop rhyming and tell me where my man is at before I slit your throat.” He snapped, losing the higher up deity speech he used. He pressed the throat into his throat more. Dusekkar noticed he meant business and answered.
“He’s in the cabin with his eggs.”
“EGGS?!” He shouted, getting spit on Dusekkar.
“…You’re spitting on me.”
“Not on purpose this time.”
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Taph sat in the cabin, holding their eggs in their nest. They were laying, waiting for the eggs to hatch. Their kids would look adorable, and they were looking forward to seeing them.
Their door had been locked for sometime, with them only going out to use the bathroom or shower. They didn’t want to leave their eggs unattended and they hatch early. Just then, they heard banging on their door.
They figured it was just Dusekkar bringing them food like usual, so they walked over to the door and opened it.
There, a tall 6’5 man barged in and closed the door, locking it behind them. They backed away as he entered the room.
“…You.” He growled.
Taph gulped. He was angry, not even using their “superior speech.” They usually stayed away from Telamon since they always thought he’d eat them.
“❓🫵🛏️?” (What are you doing in my room?) They signed, wanting an answer, and also hoping he had food.
“You weren’t going to tell me I had kids?!” He fumed.
“💣🪶💭🍽️💣🪶!” (I thought you were going to eat me!) They replied, their hands slightly shaking.
“No! I don’t eat pigeons!” He frowned. Sure, he ate him out, but he wouldn’t actually eat him.
“…😣” (Sorry…)
Telamon muttered a swear and rolled his eyes, walking over to their eggs.
“…Can I hold one?…”
“👎🥚⛓️💥. 🫵🫳🥚” (No, the egg might break. You’ll drop it.)
Telamon nodded, looking at the color of the eggs. They were a Navajo white with splatters of Cedar brown all over both eggs. Taph tapped him so they could sign something.
“…💣🪶🚫🤲🥚⏱️.” (I haven’t even held them properly yet.) He mentioned, since he usually held them in the nest, or while sitting. No one has held them standing, and no one other than them has held the eggs.
He hummed and sat down in the nest. Taph joined him, their wings flapping slowly. They were tired.
“🫵💤🛌?” (Are you sleeping here?)
They slowly signed. As they got more tired, their signs made less sense.
“…I’m staying. I just got to meet my eggs, I’m not leaving.”
‘…Good…’ They thought, hugging their eggs. Telamon watched as he drifted off to sleep, noticing how tired they are. He stayed to protect their eggs even though there wasn’t much danger there. Maybe he stayed for Taph?
He’d never admit that.