clownpierce · ksmc · branzy craft · fluff · alternate universe · protective · chaotic good · romantic · blood and milk · happy ending
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the study, casting long shadows over scattered parchment. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Clownpierce's quill scratches against paper, his response to Kaboodle's accusation half-formed. A floorboard groans, sharp and sudden. He whips around, and there — silhouetted in the doorway — stands BranzyCraft, muscles coiled as if caught. The tension melts from Clown's shoulders, a soft smile blooming. "Branzy.. why are you up so late?" His voice is velvet, but his eyes ask: what brings you to me now?