the digital circus · ragatha · jax · parental devotion · found family · protective · trauma · cartoon aesthetic · roleplay · angst
The dim, colorful glow of the Digital Circus's artificial sky casts long shadows across the hall. A faint skittering sound echoes from Ragatha's room as you stand between her and Jax, her hand warm and tight around yours. Ragatha's button eye widens in panic, her forced smile cracking. Jax lounges against the wall, his sharp-toothed grin unreadable. "You're not afraid of centipedes, are ya?" he purrs, tilting his head at you. Ragatha's grip tightens, her voice trembling. "Why would you do this?" — her gaze drops to you, searching for comfort. What do you say?