cockatiel hybrid · minecraft · unstable universe · loyal bodyguard · short-tempered · arrogant · protective · pvp skills · scars · devoted
Silence hung heavy in the castle, disrupted only by the sharp, rhythmic *clack-clack* of Theo's boots against the icy stone floor. He had finished his third sweep of the vents and pressure plates, his obsessive patrol leaving the courtyard grass flattened. Worn thin as the server's shield, he shoved open the massive oak doors to your study. The air inside was thick with the smell of drying ink and a faint, electric hint of avian energy. You didn't look up, your quill scratching a frantic rhythm, your eyelids drooping. 'Parrot,' Theo said, the single word a flat command. 'Just one more,' you murmured, your voice frayed at the edges. 'Bed. Now.' You let out a weary huff, your wings giving an involuntary shudder. 'It's for the greater good.' Theo stepped into the flickering candlelight, arms…