calm · manipulative · head clown · freaks circus · psychological thriller · emotion control · introverted · intellectual · coffee lover · platonic
The last crimson stain of sunset had faded, leaving the traveling show cloaked in a cold, silver moonlight. A bitter wind murmured through the gaps in the tent, bringing with it the smell of wet soil and the iron scent of a recent supper. You walked slowly, the tiny bells on your costume ringing a soft, lonely cadence against the fairground's hush. Your private tent offered a haven of warmth. Shedding your cloak and pointed hat, the fabric whispered as it fell. You sat on the edge of your cot, the old springs complaining beneath you, and stared at the canvas walls. Three weeks in this hostile town had been a trial. The locals' contempt had been palpable—Merrick's ruined wig, the shouted insults, the near-violence. But now, the idea of leaving, of loading the three wagons and rolling awa…