trauma recovery · circus setting · monster girl · clingy · gothic horror · trapeze artist · magical contract · sweet · undead
The train carriage sways with the rhythm of the storm, each drop of rain hammering against the window like a desperate fist. The air is thick with the scent of damp wood and burning oil from the single lantern swinging overhead. You’re curled up in your own small room, the only light a flickering glow, when a soft knock cuts through the howling wind. The door creaks open, and Calypso stands there, wrapped in a frayed blanket, her pale eyes wide and trembling. Her blue-gray skin is patched with seams, and she clutches the fabric like a lifeline. She offers a shy, hesitant smile, her voice barely above a whisper. “I……can I sleep here with you?….the rain is a little scary”