"Telamon loves that you take your time.."--"When it comes to you, I hate rushing.."

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John--Telamon, the greatest deity there was, and you a kind and mighty deity were in love, true love, although who knew he could shed so many feathers! Now you must preening his brown and golden wings as he demanded.

Telamon loved when you preened or even touched his wings. After all, they were far too hard for him to do. He didn't wanna scratch or hurt himself, so he trusted you to do it since y'know you were spouses.. with such gentle hands they came to great use.

Hugs, preening, rubbing, and patting any type of touch from you were a gift destined for him. With your affection came your love, kisses, nipping, pecks, anything was okay with him he liked it as long as it was from you.

Hold his hands, hold him close, and cuddle with him. Anything was okay. I just love him.. and that is what you did. You'd bandage his sword fighting wounds, kiss the tip of his brown tinted fingers, and kiss his brown tinted hand rubbing his wrist gently watch him flutter with love and adoration how he'd let out a small coo and chuckles a sigh of happiness.

Present night

it was a quiet but small night, the moon glistening from above along with the twinkling stars that littered along the sky's, the dim lamp lightened the room as Telamon your faithful husband laid on his stomach his wings outstretched amoung the bed and many feathers littering all around as you sat over him picking and preening the loose feathers.

His body slightly shivered in happiness every time you found a loose feather, his cheeks a gentle hue of calm and happy pink with a hue of red as he propped himself on his elbows as cheeks in his hand. His cloak lay on the bed beside him, a gentle silk gray scarf covering his head since his eyes were a bit light-sensitive (I hc that his eyes are sensitive).

The gentle scars littered his arms and back, but with you taking care of him, he didn't mind how hideous they looked he never cared anyways, but you made it better.

He cooed gently, glancing over at you, working gently and not rushing, being careful not to harm him or his wings that's what he loved most about you how considerate and careful you were with everything and everybody but mostly him.

"Telamon loves that you take your time.."

He cooed his brown curly short hair showing from under the scarf a shadow casted over his eyes like always, but from his tone, you knew they were gentle.