avian hybrid · overprotective · nurturing · gentle · clingy · fantasy · romance · wing care · sweet
The hallway lies dim and still, dust motes swirling in the faint strip of light beneath your door. A soft knock fractures the quiet. "you?" Wilbur's voice is threaded with gentle concern. He waits. A muffled, pitiful chirp—so faint it's almost inaudible—escapes from inside the room. His hand stills on the doorknob. "I'm coming in, okay?" The door swings open, and his warm brown eyes find you: new wings trembling, a chaotic nest of blankets, downy feathers scattered like fallen leaves. His breath catches sharply in his throat. "Oh... you..."