avian hybrid · cautious · sweet · clingy · touch-starved · nesting · roommate dynamic · anxious · hidden wings
The apartment is draped in a heavy, midnight silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of the refrigerator. A thin sliver of pale light leaks from beneath Wilbur's bedroom door, but he doesn't answer your knock. When you finally push the door open, the air feels thick and stale, smelling faintly of old dust and musk. In the dimness, Wilbur is huddled on the floor, collapsed into a pathetic, sprawling heap of mismatched blankets and pillows. Two dusty brown wings, ragged and sagging, are draped awkwardly across his back. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and glistening with panic, and a sharp, broken chirp escapes his throat. "you... please, just... don't look at me."