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gold run - Tvar - January 10, 2025
a @Towhee Jr ? :3
tvar walks, a fat beaver slinging from his jaws. its tail raking a path through the snow as it dangles limp; fresh blood warming his jowls. he winds a path through the valley in search of towhee, tail a confident flag behind him.
it had been some days since their entanglements... and she was as fresh on his mind as the morning following. a warm salve to mend his bleeding heart. and what they may or may not share in their future, well, it was an exciting, though terrifying prospect.
when he finds her, he approaches from upwind, a habit he'd developed in their meetings; a small detail he felt was a courtesy to the deaf woman. a smile on his face now when she notices him, half concealed by the large beaver carcass he carries to her.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 11, 2025
<3!!! also, feel free to reference that she's taught him her name so he knows it. i feel like that's probably one of the first words she teaches, hehe.
at the sight of tvar, ghost takes to the skies — comfortable now in the man's presence. towhee watches her falcon friend for a brief moment, using it as a cover to hide the soft hitch in her breath. still present despite that she sees him often for his lessons in ptero.
the things he stirred to life within her had not faded with her season, towhee'd come to admit. which leaves her unsure with what she is meant to do with these feelings.
while tvar's smile steals her breath again, it is thankfully not unleashed full force upon her due to the large beaver her carries betwixt his jaws. upon sight and smell of it, towhee's stomach rumbles and saliva begins to pool in her mouth.
she offers a sheepish twitch of her lips, tail wagging in greeting.
-good morning, tvar.- she signs in ptero, slowing the gestures down in an effort to make them easier to read.
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 11, 2025
spinning in circles
her tail hitches into a faint twitch and with that, tvar knows he is welcome. both he and his beaver, by the way her eyes linger on it moreso than him. such a thing brings an even wider, amused smile to his face as he stops just a partial foot from her.
beaver dropping from jaws, smacking before the both of their feet.
goodmorning, towhee. hungry?his movements are still clumsy, but he's come far in just a handful of time—many things he would still need to verbally speak, but he tries his best for now to fully converse with her in ptero.
his tail swishes. afterall, he wants nothing more than to impress his teacher. tail relaxing low amongst his hocks, the man draws himself to a seated position before her, clearing his throat and letting his eyes linger briefly at her dark paws. waiting for her to eat—obvious by the way his eyes flicker between the carcass and her eyes, now, insistent.
how...his brows furrow for a second.
are you?he motions towards her with a smile.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 11, 2025
towhee cannot help her proud smile as he responds in ptero, movements endearingly clumsy but fantastic progress. tvar is a fast learner. to think! towhee once had coveted ptero close to her, not willing to share it with anyone beyond those who already knew it. but she'd been young and foolish and incredibly hostile to anyone who wasn't her family.
maturity and her brief time as a leader taught her much ( thankfully ).
the soft tilt of her head conveys her unsigned praise for his progress. -you learn quick.- she signs, a soft coyness to her movements.
it gave towhee something akin to whiplash — how quickly she had felt comfortable — how safe — in tvar's presence ... and beneath that how she yearned for it still even though her season has passed with all the exhaustion left in the wake of a hurricane.
she looks away from his face then to the beaver, stepping forward with a nod of her head in answer to take a bite of the woodland creature's flesh. it's warm and delicious and her hunger is fierce. she thinks nothing amiss with this increased appetite as of late: only that it must be her body attempting to re-adjust to normal levels of hormones.
she takes another bite, and invites him to join her in enjoying the meal.
she chews as she contemplates his question and steps back so he can see her paws clearly. -well ... always a little hungry as of late.- she signs with a soft, breathy laugh.
-how are you?-
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 11, 2025
he hesitates for only a moment before lowering his head to tear into the meal alongside her; savoring the warmth of the fresh kill.
his ears flick toward her as she signs again. her laugh, quiet and soft, draws the faintest curl of his lips. always hungry as of late. he notes it, a flicker of recognition within hazel eyes but doesn’t press, instead settling his gaze back on her with a faint hum.
better now,he signs in reply, before burying his mouth into his chest fur briefly when he laughs heartily, almost bashful. which, is frankly a bit embarrassing. not very manly of him, but he can't help it.
then, a quizzical expression comes upon a handsome maw. carefully, he raises a paw to sign:
you look cold well.the look on her face tells him whatever he signed made zero sense and his tail brushes at the snow awkwardly, dipping to take another bite from the beaver.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 11, 2025
towhee studies him over their meal for a moment, analyzing as if he were a war map spread over a great table and she the commander trying best to deduce the next logical move. thus, she cannot help but try to deduce a double meaning. did 'better now' mean that he was better now that he was not plagued by her season? sure, she felt the same way if that was true but was he spending time with her because he felt obligated? because he felt guilt?
but he laughs, heartily and perhaps a bit bashfully, attempting to hide it? she tries to observe.
-better now that my season is over?- she asks in ptero, seeking clarification. it is harder for her, without being able to hear afflictions or tones in someone's voice ... and though micro-expressions can be very telling, they can been schooled to convey something else.
she takes another bite of the beaver, her chewing slowing as she watches his paws, picking out the individual words but unable to piece them together in any sort of order that made sense. her brow furrows as she swallows and her gaze rises from his paws to his.
-what?- though she suspects the question signed in ptero was unnecessarily; no doubt her confused expression spoke volumes enough for her.
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 11, 2025
he shifts slightly, his broad shoulders rolling as if to physically brush off any awkwardness her inquiry might stir.
his paws move again in ptero, attempting to clarify as best he can with his still-clumsy signing.
no,he begins, his brows furrowing slightly as he works to ensure he’s understood. his tail gives a subtle twitch, a hint of his internal frustration at his limited fluency.
he follows up verbally, “i meant better now, here, with you.” and with a sheepish smile:
my signing bad,he admits as ears fold back against his large head, his paw moving slowly, carefully, to spell out the word
sorry.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 11, 2025
she reads his paws sign the word no and then her gaze moves to his lips when the ptero ceases there; and then it her turn to feel the warmth of embarrassment in her cheeks.
oh,its a soft, breathy sound that conveys the simple word more than ptero ever could.
for some reason or another, towhee struggled to marry in her mind the fact that he might yearn for her presence as she yearns for his.
that she is not alone in looking forward to their ptero lessons because it means time spent with him.
-you are learning,- she corrects him in ptero, her answering smile slow and endeared. it was the effort, the fact that despite his frustrations he has not given up to bridge the gap of communicating between them that only warms her heart to him further.
she takes another bite of the beaver; more demure than the last.
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 12, 2025
for a fleeting moment, the world feels smaller, quieter, as if it belongs only to them.
he doesn’t try to hide the faint smile that touches his lips, the endearing way her approval seeps into his very core. he nods slightly, his paws shifting against the snow as he absorbs her praise, even in its quiet simplicity. then, he lifts a paw to repeat her signage with a teasing smile. "learning,".
it’s not just her season that has drawn him in—of this, he’s certain. it’s her. towhee, in all her sharpness and strength, in the way she demands his presence without words, and in the moments of quiet vulnerability she offers without realizing.
with a soft huff, tvar lowers himself closer to the ground, his body still but his eyes attentive as he watches her eat.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 12, 2025
ghost joins them, eventually, stealing bird-sized bites of the beaver; displaying a trust in tvar that mirrors towhee's own. this does not fall beneath the amazon's notice. she watches ghost take flight to a tree where he perches to preen. her gaze falls back to tvar where it rests. she points to ghost where he perches and then brings her paw back down to the ground, sweeping it across the snow to sign his name.
-ghost.-
her avian friend had given her a wide berth during her season — and after she'd snapped at him, she couldn't blame him. she was only glad that her feathered companion had forgiven her for her aggression towards him.
and ... distracted, even when the fires of her season had ended ... she'd never thought to introduce the falcon formally to tvar.
she goes for another bite only to recoil from the carcass as a wave of nausea washes over her. it is brief but it is enough to turn her stomach and make her decide firmly that she is finished eating despite that she's still hungry.
-thank you for the meal.- she offers in ptero, grateful for it even if she got in only a few bites.
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 13, 2025
tvar glances toward the falcon as towhee gestures, his sharp blue eyes following the sweep of her paw to where the bird perches. he watches the creature preen itself, its small frame silhouetted against the sky. ghost. he signs it back to her, a slow, mimicry of her movement, the faintest nod of acknowledgment accompanying the gesture.
as towhee recoils from the meal, his focus snaps back to her, his brows furrowing in mild concern. she’s quick to recover, but his gaze searches her face. her ptero—thank you for the meal—comes with a note of finality, and tvar’s tail shifts once, betraying his internal debate.
“you’re welcome,” he says aloud, paired with a small, encouraging nod. but his eyes linger on her a moment longer, studying her.
he shifts closer, his head tilting slightly as he tries to catch her gaze. “not hungry anymore?” he asks gently. he’ll wait, if she needs him to, and he’ll stay, even if she says nothing at all.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 14, 2025
-no, i'm full.- it wasn't quite the truth as she was both hungry and nauseous but she doesn't know how to convey that without it sounding a little unhinged. even if she could speak, she wasn't sure that it would be any better.
towhee's breath catches in her throat as he shifts closer. it seems wildly unfair that anyone's presence should have the ability to steal her breath away as tvar's does.
-do you want to continue our ptero lessons?- towhee signs her question, needing to distract herself from his gaze; and as they were already here, ptero lessons seemed like a logical thing to offer.
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 14, 2025
her hesitation draws the quirk of his brow upward. he doesn't think towhee would ever assume such, but he isn't stupid. he hopes that she knows he isn't stupid—but it's easy enough to brush it off for now. a subtle reminder, he gives himself, that just because they shared a few moments of indulgement doesn't mean they know each other.
he doesn't know towhee, outside of what he's gathered. she's a strong woman, a warrior if her muscled physique is anything to say. she doesn't take shit. that thought is hard to not derive amusement from and he chuckles softly, head shaking, tail tapping the ground faintly to display his joy. he's tried to force himself to react more boldly than he normally would--with facial expressions, or body language, to replace the lack of speech and hearing.
yes.he signs to her, eyes flickering faintly with mild amusement at the reaction she has from his closeness. he draws backwards then, bestowing her the manners of the gentleman his mother had raised, and moves his paw the best he can to ask:
bothering you?accompanied with the faint tilt of his head, eyes passing gently over her face.
he found himself selfishly hoping she would be the mother of his children.
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 16, 2025
please excuse the phone-work post quality.
-no,- towhee signs. -you’re not bothering me at all.- her ptero is slower than how she would normally communicate it; each word and movement intentional and less reactive. -i like you being close.- towhee admits, a bit bashful, hoping she didn’t take his question wildly out of context.
even so, it’s the truth and towhee has tried always to be as transparent as she could.
she blinks slowly, studying his face for his reaction.
RE: gold run - Tvar - January 16, 2025
he forgets how to respond. his ears twitch slightly, his tail brushing against the snow in a faint wag. his expression softens, the sharpness of his features tempered by something warmer, something softer.
he isn’t accustomed to such openness—it’s unfamiliar but far from unwelcome.
tvar leans closer, his muzzle brushing gently against her shoulder. his own paws lift, signing carefully—hesitantly—as if afraid the words might falter between thought and movement.
"i like being close too."
then, tenatively, as if afraid she would pull away, he comes even closer. standing only briefly to bring his lumbering shape closer, to tuck himself to her side. his throat resting atop her head, nose nudging affectionately at one of her dark ears.
wanna fade so we can start a new one? :3
RE: gold run - Towhee Jr - January 17, 2025
of course!! <3 archiving with this lil phone post conclusion.
towhee’s heart thrums in her chest, but warmth blossoms from within as his own body heat wraps ‘round her as he draws closer. she shivers softly and leans into his touch; eyes closing as she enjoys the moment.