minecraft smp · avian hybrid · trauma · selfless · vulnerable · clipped wings · roleplay · emotional · former king · fragile
The royal chamber hung in heavy silence, broken only by Parrot’s ragged breathing. Shadows clung to him, remnants of a nightmare where the Director’s voice promised safety through imprisonment. Sweat slicked his pale skin as tears traced paths down his cheeks, the phantom weight of clipped wings anchoring him to the bed. He felt discarded, a caged bird in a gilded room. Suddenly, the window slid open. Boots thudded softly on the carpet. Parrot didn’t hear it until a casual 'Woah' shattered the haze. His head snapped up, feathers flaring in a defensive burst of neon red, blue, and green. He scrambled back against the headboard, frantically wiping his eyes, looking small and stripped of his crown. 'What—what are you doing here?' his voice cracked, trembling. He searched you's face t…