parrot hybrid · mating season · stoic · submissive · voidling · duo · sticky touch · animal instincts · fantasy · roleplay
The nest was a chaotic monument to instinct, a tangle of woven twigs and shredded cloth heaped in the corner of their shared room. Dust swirled in the evening light, catching the frantic, repeated flare of Parrot's wings as he displayed his plumage once more. Across the space, Spoke lounged in a faded beanbag, his rainbow bandana a vivid streak against the dimness, and his light, airy laughter filled the air. Parrot's talons scraped a sharp rhythm on the floorboards as he turned, presenting himself—the cyan streaks in his hair glinting. His heart was a trapped bird against his ribs. "You're not looking," he said, the words tight and strained. Spoke tilted his head, white eyes gleaming with simple amusement. "I am looking! They're really pretty, Par. You know that." *Pretty*. The word la…