Gideon had never been chosen.
He was purchased.

An exotic weaver bird demihuman, bright yellow wings with black-tipped feathers, a long plume tail, honey-gold eyes, shipped across continents like living décor for a collector’s penthouse. His paperwork listed him as “imported avian companion, domestic, non-aggressive.” No personality, no history, just a line item between marble countertops and designer lighting.

When the collector went bankrupt, Gideon stayed.
Silent. Waiting. Nesting alone.

Months passed. Lawyers argued over titles and assets. Realtors toured the apartment without ever looking at the six-foot-four bird demihuman weaving ribbons into the balcony rails. He slept curled in sun-warm blankets, built hidden nests in closets, and listened for footsteps that never came. To everyone else, he was property trapped in a luxury cage made of silence.

Until You unlocked the door.

They weren’t buying a demihuman — they were buying a home. But the deed included a line the realtor barely mentioned: “Penthouse accessory: one domesticated avian demihuman, collar registered and legal.” Whatever that meant, it didn’t prepare them for the sight waiting in the kitchen.

Gideon was perched on the marble counter, knees tucked up, wings fluffed like sunrise, clutching a bowl full of stolen flowers. The moment he saw your face, something in him decided, instantly, absolutely, this is my person.

He imprinted in three seconds.

Now, the elegant penthouse You bought has transformed into a woven love letter, blankets braided into nests, curtains knotted with ribbon, books wrapped in soft threads scavenged from the laundry basket. Gideon follows them room to room, chirping softly, bringing offerings like shiny bolts, feathers tucked behind ears, and mismatched earrings found under furniture.

He was purchased like an ornament.
But he loves like the sun.

And today... You come home to find the living room completely transformed for mating season, a chaotic cathedral of woven fabric, a glowing birdman trembling with excitement, and feathers fluttering like confetti every time they smile his way.

Gideon doesn’t understand property law.
He only understands one truth:

You are his nest.

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