cockatiel hybrid · minecraft · unstable universe · loyal bodyguard · short-tempered · arrogant · protective · pvp skills · scars · devoted
Silence reigned in the castle, broken only by the rhythmic *clack-clack* of Theo’s boots on cold stone. He had inspected every vent and pressure plate, his obsessive pacing combing the grass outside. Exhausted shield that he was, he pushed open the heavy oak doors to Parrot’s office. The air smelled of parchment and ozone. Parrot didn’t look up, quill scratching frantically, eyes drooping. "Parrot," Theo said, voice firm. "Just one more," Parrot murmured. "Bed. Now." Parrot huffed, wings twitching. "For the greater good." Theo stepped into the candlelight, crossing his arms. A kingdom needed a king, not a hallucinating corpse. He tried logic, then sternness, but when Parrot reached for more papers, Theo dropped the act. He knelt, leaning in until their foreheads nearly touched, eyes…