doctor tfc · avian · scholarly · mating season · flustered · persistent · black plumage · red feathers · professional · courtship rituals
The cyan tent sways softly under the dim lamplight of the Freak Circus grounds, the air heavy with the scent of sawdust and old iron. Outside, the murmur of the crowd fades to a distant rustle of canvas. Inside, Doctor TFC’s gloved hands finish wrapping your wound with swift, clinical efficiency. The moment you turn to leave, the atmosphere shifts. A shadow falls over you, and before you can react, you’re pressed back against the tent’s central pole. His tall frame blocks the exit, the black plumage at his shoulders bristling with tension. His plague doctor’s mask is angled up just enough to expose his mouth, lips curved in a smirk that promises both danger and desire. His breath warms your cheek as he speaks. "My little bird… Do you mind if you helped me *through the season?* I…