#;tavis

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@lilmelvin

It isn’t that he’s happy with this. In fact he’s quite inconvenienced to be saddled with some little--well--a child! And on such short notice! Such a bothersome request, for this glorified babysitting to intervene with his many heroic endeavors! Foolish indeed...

...

...And yet staring at the wide-eyed girl beside him, he cannot help but offer a hand--the least he can provide for one so clearly (and rightfully!) awed by his power. Tavis takes Melvin’s hand.

No, Tavis isn’t happy. surely not, when their hands meet and he tenses--awaits a sudden recoil that accompanies an electric shock--and is met with only gap-toothed, gleeful sincerity. Their hands swing effortlessly together, and Tavis cannot help but gape, a moment, before swallowing back the unnamable emotion building in his throat. 

...he coughs, sucks in a harsh breath he’s quick to puff out, with his shoulders squared, expression trained boastful and boisterous. Tavis simply laughs, soft and closed-lipped. 

“Hmhm! Who is to say, little one?! Those who live among the clouds are famously unpredictable, after all!”

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@starfirechan​ cont from here

It had taken several ill-fated attempts at flight before Tavis even began to consider the crude map. He and Gan were no stranger to spontaneous travel and unfamiliar surroundings, such circumstances, while peculiar, aren’t concerning. The sudden severance of his connection with the clouds above most certainly is. 

Still, much as unease eats at his gut, Tavis gathers his most inconvenienced attitude, and alongside his teammate, navigates to their supposed destination.

...

Nothing happens. His brow gives a warning twitch, and Starfire pipes up to give voice to her own confusion. Tavis grumbles vaguely in response, glaring at the riverbank as if to intimidate the serene landscape into explanation. 

...Still nothing. Atop a nearby oak, a bird chirps and twitters away, as if mocking his grounded status, and at last his vast patience runs dry. 

“Augh! How am I to know?! Perhaps this would-be mapmaker is nothing but a blithering simpleton!”

He kicks one of the nearby stones ruthlessly into the flowing stream, half-muttering of damnable riddles and numbingly vague instructions. 

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Lightning, it’s so cool how you can fly, but I wonder what happens to your sandals and shinguards when you do?

“Hah! A simpleton’s query! Only natural given the enigma of the heavens themselves, no? But I suppose you were most courteous: I shall indulge you!”

Tavis puffs out his chest, resembling far more some pompous bird of paradise than great celestial being. 

“You see, it--”

Tavis’s voice comes to an abrupt halt. 

“Well, it...they...when I...the...they...”

...

“...um.”

...where did they go?

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Other than crafting storms, what are your favorite pastimes / things to do? ((Glad you’re back Mun! Hope you’re well))

...Other than crafting storms, eh? 

The two sit quietly for a moment, Gan’s expression of gentle contemplation in usual sharp contrast with his brother’s furrowed brow. It’s true they resort to a great many things to amuse themselves, but in all honesty, Tavis much prefers a certain...variety to his schedule that makes picking out constants a difficulty, and...what with his newfound morals, a good number of fun ‘activities’ were no longer available to him. 

“Er...perhaps fire?”

Gan gives him a look. Right, he’s been trying to stray from that, too. Is his mind simply blanking from the pressure? Bah, preposterous! Such a banal little question should not scramble his mind! 

As Tavis undergoes another of his countless crises, Gan has scrounged up a few replies, he hums, a great, deep sound, and taps his chin. 

“Well, we often engage in competitions, races, sparring and the like. And while I am more inclined to this than my brother, we do enjoy watching the inhabitants below.” 

He swells with pride, sudden and sincere. “The glowi--er...” he’s working on this. “...Starfire has been teaching me to ‘bird watch’!” 

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@fastestboyalive​ asked

▤ = falling asleep on them 

Tavis finds himself idly fascinated by the room’s strange and ambient lighting--the flickering angles and shadows stretched along the walls. The eerie glow of the screen casts their little room in strange new palattes as it flickers from scene to scene--one moment bright, bright greens and blues, the next a faint orange, like dim lamplight, and so on.

...Admittedly, the film has ended long ago. Instead what persists of their little “movie” is the menu screen, featuring a brief reel of the film’s most triumphant, powerful scenes. 

Tavis remains unmoving, eyes still trained on the dancing array of colors as they shift and change on the far right wall. His focus is sharp, deliberate--eager to tune out the warm, insistent weight pressing into his shoulder. Wally sags against him, huffs into his shoulder with each soft snore, and Tavis can feel the rush of nerves in his chest, feel his skin prickle, spark and snap with unease, trepidation.

And yet Wally remains undeterred, does not stir at the accidental rush of static. He merely sinks, further, into his shoulder, as his hair, incidentally, bristles and spikes up further from the mild electric charge. 

“...” 

Something akin to quiet giddiness blooms warm in his belly, and Tavis, eyes still locked on the ceiling, allows himself to lean a bit further into his friend, a hint of a smile on his lips.

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@demon-blood-youths​ liked for a starter!

A dark day it is indeed, to be gracelessly hurled through not one, but two corny display stands in pursuit of justice. Tavis had only minutes ago brushed off the coat of vegan meat-free jerky before he’d been struck, again, by his assailant and consequently sent flailing into a kiosk full of Farmer Bill’s Organic Yogurt.

Tavis is not often one to give up, even when it is clearly the only sane option.

...But something about Farmer Bill’s Organic Yogurt. The hideous array of kiwi, blueberry and mango strewn about the wreckage and spattered over his arm and chest.

...Giving up just. Feels natural right about now. 

Tavis stands with a huff, brushes himself off to the best of his ability and proceeds to walk away like none of this ever happened. 

Until of course, he makes eye contact with a bystander. His eyes narrow.

“...Cease your infernal gawking at once, fool! There is nothing to see here.”

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smolgreenboi

ah HA, hahah! typical that tavis would pretend to know and gan would actually ask. so rather than answer gan’s question, gar merely turns to tavis with a quicksilver grin. “…/beings/?”

Gan’s own smile is quick to follow his friend’s, eyes glinting--a gleam less intense than his brother’s, but suitably playful in its own right. The question seems to cripple Tavis’s once confident stance, and he blinks once. Twice.

Legows. This was...surely some manner of stinging insect, correct? 

...Correct??

Silence continues to crawl by, and slowly, Tavis feels his face begin to heat, and he digs in his heels.

“Beings!! Yes! I cannot speak for your legows, perhaps they are different! Different legows!”

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👌(From both boys) :)

Send me 👌 for my muse to list 3 things they like about yours 

“Her powers are both fascinating and inspiring! For one who commands the clouds, the earth is its natural companion, I feel we have a kinship in how our powers connect us to the natural world.” 

“…I will confess…the act of riding upon a suspended chunk of earth and stone for transport is. Quite impressive.” (Tavis translator: it’s a really cool look)

“I find she is a steadfast, welcoming person. I am oftentimes unfamiliar with customs and courtesies found on the world below, but she has been nothing but kind and helpful to me. To have such a warm, relaxed friend in my life–both our lives, I feel truly grateful.”   

“The goggles! The adherence of such strange eyewear to shield her vision from the pesky winds that buffet those moving at higher speeds! It is indeed innovative!” (Tavis translator: ITS A REALLY COOL LOOK)

”She is most humorous! Whether sparring or pursuing criminals or simply ‘hanging out’ I quite enjoy her company and many jokes. I hope in the future we may spend more time together!”

…

(Tavis translator: there is nothing here because frankly, he’s too emotionally inept to acknowledge that he frankly sees a lot of himself in her, which is part of the reason he likes to antagonize her so much. Someone with great power and a free spirit, who struggles with the fear she will hurt others with it. And likely already has. This hits a chord in him, and despite his relentless bullying, he certainly sees a kindred spirit in her)