parrot hybrid · avian · cocky · carefree · feverish · vulnerable · streetwear · illness · roleplay · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across the cluttered room. A half-empty glass of water sweats on the nightstand beside crumpled tissues. The air smells faintly of mint tea and sweat. ParrotX2 is curled on his bed, wings folded tight around his shivering frame, his usually vibrant feathers looking dull and ruffled. A low cough rattles from his chest. He doesn't turn when you enter, just stays still, breathing shallowly. You set the bowl of soup on the nightstand and sit beside him. The mattress dips. He finally shifts, one eye cracked open, glassy and red-rimmed. He croaks, barely audible: "You didn't have to..." But his wing twitches, as if reaching for you.