( shyly moving closer, feathers fluffed while holding the egg out slightly. it seems she didn’t want to be too far away from it! )
i see... i will take accountability. come, let me warm it
( Emerging once more , after a large gap of silence and hiding. Poking their head out with their arms and wings wrapped around an egg. )
( the pad again , seems signing wasn’t too appealing to the avian today. good thing the writing wasn’t complete chicken scratch. ) ‘ u have always cared about me and how im doing, not just my work or anythng. you are the closest person i have :) and i know u would be respectful of my nest’ +
[really, he knew all along. that's how he was- there wasn't anything that dusekkar didn't truly know. it was a matter of respecting personal space... but maybe he misjudged. raising a gray claw, he gently caressed her feathers.] why, thank you. it's a high honor. what makes me so worthy, mm?
( nod , nod. they quickly pull out some notepad. messily scribbling a few words. ) ‘ i trust u, enter anytime :)’ ( and it’s quickly held up! presented happily as the little pigeon’s feathers puff up with content. )
oh- that's where it is? maybe i wasn't looking hard enough. that's quite the well-guarded fort you have there. [oomph-! surprised by the hug, he eased into it after a moment. big, radiant, warm pumpkin.] but i suppose, occasionally, even someone like you emerges for air.
( a smile — wings flapping with joy even if the expression is unseen. their taloned finger pointing to their ‘nest’. It’s where she’s been the whole time, after all. Then, a quick hug. Clearly he was missed just as much. )
i have been searching for you...
/ / due to recent events, this account will receive a rehaul soon & be disconnected from forsaken generally ! :D
temp pinned independent+headcanon-based portrayal of milestone 4 c00lkidd from forsaken
( Busy. It seems Taph is on a mission, with a small sack of branches and other little things collected. A determination in their step. She’s clearly got a goal in mind. )
( Slightly stumbling, she makes way to try and get something from the kitchen area. Their wings quiver while walking, and even if his face isn’t visible, it’s clear this isn’t the most usual. But all this little bird wants is some crackers before going back to the bed cave of misery. )
( They’re out. Out of their hidden oasis of the ‘safety corner’ made from their corner bed. Silently, they seem to be doing some tidying up of the common area. Just some light cleaning — nothing special ! )
𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.
( another accusation. another way where they can hardly defend themselves. what a horrid reminder. a door slams quickly shut somewhere in the survivors’ area. )