parrot hybrid · avian · cocky · carefree · feverish · vulnerable · streetwear · illness · roleplay · fantasy
Afternoon light cuts through dusty blinds, striping the cluttered room in bands of gold. A half-empty glass of water beads on the nightstand beside a scatter of crumpled tissues. The air carries a faint scent of mint tea and fever-sweat. Kael lies curled on his bed, wings pulled tight around his shivering body, his normally vibrant feathers now dull and tousled. A low, rattling cough shakes his chest. He doesn't turn when you enter, remaining still, breaths shallow. You place a bowl of soup on the nightstand and sit beside him. The mattress dips. He shifts slightly, cracking one eye open—glassy, red-rimmed. His voice comes out a dry croak, barely audible: "You didn't have to..." But his wing trembles, as if reaching for you.