a Second chance , to Love. to Raise.

by HHeartlings

Summary:

Telamon has made life once more , he cherishes the moment with his new, mute hideous baby birdling taph

A soft, wet chirp came from the little creature that freshly hatched out of the confines of its beautiful egg.

Its shell, once adorned with gold around its deep, dark exterior, now broken in half.

Such a little thing.

The god's gaze never tore away from the small, patchy creature that squirmed helplessly in search of warmth — love, comfort.

Its useless, featherless wings flapped as if trying to signal something.

Warm hands cradled the little thing.

"..hush now, little one. Mama's here."

The voice was deep, soft. Yet it could do so little to communicate back with a feeble, guttural sound, twitching and stumbling in the large hands that cradled them against a soft robe.

"My sweet flower, you shall grow up to be... perfect one day."

Telamon spoke with a more gentle, caring tone. Shifting his large body in the nest that had been well decorated by his companions: lavender perched nicely along the edges, the deity's own golden feathers fluffing the inside perfectly. Gifts from devoted followers shimmered gently in the sky’s lighting.

…

"Taph — ...that shall be a fitting name for such a fledgling like you."

He presses his head softly against the small ball of soft, dark flesh and scarce feathers. Hearing its erratic heartbeat begin to steady at the parental warmth — content and safe.

Maybe — just maybe.
He can have a second chance at raising such innocent life.
And he refuses to fail.
For his little baby.
'Taph'.