perhaps his feathers would have became a cocoon , a prison he rotted within . months , years , it was nothing to an immortal .
all without ever knowing his beloved was okay .
the gentle touch of his friend was welcomed , a nostalgic rhythm to careful digits .
it reminded him of his mother , how she held him in her arms among her beloved plants . how he had neglected them these past few weeks - she would have been disappointed .
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scarlet hues met his visor , white orbs finding purchase in the deep crimson . they had been that way ever since his medication ran out . a constant stream of emotions .
“ help me . . please . i would be in your debt . i want to make this right . “
the avian’s words fell like ice upon him .
he was alive* .
“ oh . . oh* . “
the reaction was almost instant , the tension leaving his body as he slumped forward , leaning his head against the prince’s shoulder .
“ i’m so . . relieved . “
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he’d never had many equals - blitzø was perhaps one of the first .
and vassago , of course . his counsel was a gift , one he had yet to prove himself worthy of .
he reached out , grasping the parrot’s hands , lacing them together . a lifeline .
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