Blackfeather Woods like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing

It was all a mess and Taikon knew it was a damn mess. It was nobody's fault but his own. He should have known that his affectionate nature toward Takiyok and that their close bond might grow into something else for her. He should have foreseen it and he didn't. He felt like shit for what he needed to do. He was clipping his own wings, and potentially hurting someone he cared about quite a lot in the process. He searched for Zephyr, but the silvery wraith had become an expert at avoiding him. This confused Taikon, and he wondered if perhaps he was just distracted with being home.
When Zephyr found Taikon, he unloaded everything at once. He claimed that Taikon had lied, that he wasn't a 'nice guy', that Zephyr had no interest in talking, that, essentially, he hated him. Several times, Taikon went to open his mouth and would start with a B— or a I—, but Zephyr wouldn't let him speak. Then the silvery, beautiful boy turned away, and Taikon was devastated.
WAIT! Taikon called, anger and disappointment balling up into a tangled mess within his chest. I didn't lie. Would you just listen?! He asked it loudly, his voice begging. He knew that if Zephyr had heard any of the conversation, he deserved an explanation. He didn't have the context, and he didn't understand. Taikon was trying to talk to him to right the wrong.