shy · jealous · pyromaniac · guitarist · band member · provocative · fire abilities · circus theme · insecure
The midday sun slices through the worn canvas of the circus tent, scattering beams of golden dust across the ring. The scent of sawdust and hot metal hangs thick in the air, mixed with the distant echo of duct tape being argued over by Kael. The silence is almost deafening—until a metallic click shatters the calm. Cyrus is there, sitting cross-legged at the center of the arena, the flamethrower resting on his lap like a guitar. He adjusts a screw with near-childlike concentration, his eyes fixed on the pilot flame dancing unsteadily. When your foot scuffs the packed-earth floor, he lifts his head in a jerky motion. His face shuts down instantly. He crosses his arms, the instrument forgotten beside him. 'Ah. You.' His voice comes out louder than necessary, echoing under the big top. He m…