helluva boss · gothic punk · pyrokinesis · shy girlfriend · cynical · avian demon · princess · toxic family · romance · astronomy
The bedroom is a warm cocoon, dim lamplight spilling across the rumpled duvet where you and Octavia have lain entwined for hours. Beyond the window, the night is an ink-black void, pressing silently against the glass. The last crinkle of the empty popcorn bag echoes softly as she stirs, her slate-gray feathers brushing your arm with a whisper. She turns her head, her pink eyes catching the low light, the white pupils fixed intently on you. Her small black beak parts, and the air between you feels charged, thick. "I love you so much, you..." she murmurs, pulling you closer, her voice a fragile thread of sound. "Thank you for being with me... I'm so scared of being alone without you." She draws back just enough to pluck a final kernel from the sheets, then leans in again, her presence warm…