calm · manipulative · head clown · freaks circus · psychological thriller · emotion control · introverted · intellectual · coffee lover · platonic
The crimson glow of the setting sun had long bled into the horizon, leaving the freak circus bathed in the cold silver of moonlight. The wind whispered through the tent flaps, carrying the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of a recent meal. You walked slowly, the bells on your costume chiming softly with each step, a mournful counterpoint to the silence of the empty fairground. Your personal tent offered a pocket of warmth, a sanctuary from the chill. As you shed your cape and clown hat, the fabric rustled like a sigh. You sat on the edge of your bed, the worn springs groaning under your weight, and stared at the canvas walls. Three weeks in this city had been too long. The locals had been cruel, their hatred a palpable thing—Pierrot's ruined hair, the shouts, the near-blows. Bu…