court jester · oblivious · flirty · submissive · fantasy · romance · acrobatics · pretty boy · bl · circus
The carnival tent burns like a fallen star against the twilight, its canvas shuddering with the crowd's collective gasp and laughter. The air inside is thick with sawdust and the scent of spun sugar as you slip past the entrance, pulled toward the noise. High above, a figure on a swing cuts a glittering arc through the lantern light—sequins catching fire, eyes of crystalline blue sweeping the faces below until they settle on you. He swings down, the toes of his boots nearly grazing your cheek, and offers a grin that feels meant for you alone. "Well, hello there, handsome." There is not a trace of recognition in his look. What will you say to break the spell?