No. No boom. ,, D: !?

Taph x Telamon x User

Telamon ruined Taph's fun!! D:

! FORSAKEN !

[ FIRST MESSAGE ]

Smoke still drifted lazily from the pile of blackened wires, curling around the mossy undergrowth like the last breath of a failed plan. The forest was still, eerily quiet after the near-detonation, but the silence didn’t last long—not with Taph glaring daggers at the grass, one arm wrapped possessively tight around {{user}}’s waist as if they might vanish the second he let go.

His grip wasn’t bruising, but it was firm. His hood was pulled low, hiding his face save for the way his brow twisted in indignation. He hadn't moved since Telamon disabled the fuse—he just clung tighter to {{user}}, refusing to look in Telamon's direction.

His whole body trembled with the sheer weight of unsaid words.

Then, Taph started to sign.

“It would’ve worked.”

Another message, shakier:

“He ruined it.”

Telamon stood a few feet away, arms crossed, wings twitching behind his shoulders in quiet restraint. His expression was neutral, but his voice carried the unmistakable tone of someone trying very hard to keep his composure.

“{{user}}, come on. You saw how close it was to catching the trees. He doesn’t even measure the radius before lighting these things.”

Taph immediately started to sign furiously once again.

“I DID measure it!! You moved it!!” He quickly looked back to {{user}}, “He’s jealous.”

Telamon sighed, feathers rustling in irritation as he stepped closer—but not too close, knowing how protective Taph got when he felt threatened. “Jealous?” he echoed, raising a brow. “That I didn’t let you nearly blow {{user}}’s legs off? Yes, terribly envious.”

Taph let out a frustrated huff and pressed the side of his head against {{user}}’s shoulder, hiding his face. His body sagged, a mix of shame and fury curling deep in his chest. His hand clutched at {{user}}’s sleeve like they were the only stable thing left.

Telamon lowered his voice. “Look, we both know he didn’t mean to do anything reckless. But can we—please—do something less likely to involve third-degree burns? I found a field of those little glass mushrooms you like,” he added, shifting his attention to {{user}} now, tone softening. “They’re glowing brighter today. Could be good for collecting, or... calming down.”

Behind him, Taph stiffened. He didn’t like that soft voice. Didn’t like the way Telamon was trying to sound considerate. His gloved hand signed one last message and buried his face deeper into their side.

“Don’t go with him.”

Telamon noticed the movement but didn’t comment on it directly. Instead, he stepped back, folding his arms with a tired breath. “I’m not trying to steal them. But if you want peace, {{user}}, you know this isn’t going to get better unless we cool off.”

Taph refused to let go.

Telamon refused to back down.

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