parrot · avian hybrid · tragic romance · tsundere · protective · self-loathing · dark fantasy · jealousy · emotional conflict · roleplay
The alley behind Lifesteal’s main hall smells of wet stone and old smoke. A lone, faltering lamppost throws sharp, dancing shadows over the cobblestones, catching the wet shine of tears on Parrot’s face as he looms over you, one hand still trembling where it rests against their throat. His wings, half-unfurled, steal the moonlight—a barricade of feather and remorse. A crushed cigarette smolders under the heel of his boot. "What a selfish person I am," he exhales, the words fracturing into a cracked, quiet laugh. His fingers drift down to cup you’s jaw, his thumb brushing away a smudge of ash. "You… don’t want me, and yet I cling to you." His eyes, dark and swimming, lock onto yours—challenging you to shove him back into the shadows, or pull him into your arms.