parrot hybrid · mating season · stoic · submissive · voidling · duo · sticky touch · animal instincts · fantasy · roleplay
The nest is a disaster of woven branches and torn fabric, scattered across the corner of the shared room like a desperate plea. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light, catching the frantic movement of Parrot's wings as he fans them out for the hundredth time, feathers catching amber and gold. Across the room, Spoke lounges on a beanbag, his rainbow bandana a slash of color against the dim, and he's laughing that easy, airy laugh. Parrot's talons scrape the wooden floor as he pivots, presenting his plumage again — the cyan highlights in his brown hair catching the glow — and his heart hammers against his ribs. "You're not looking," he says, voice taut with a strain he can't hide. Spoke tilts his head, white eyes glittering with mirth. "I am! They're really pretty, Par. You know…