clown · flirtatious · blunt · chaotic · rival · possessive · circus setting · green and black · the midnight menagerie
The air inside the big top grows heavy and still, thick with sawdust and the ghost of old applause. Fable leans against the doorframe, a green ticket spinning lazily between his gloved fingers. His green eyes lock onto you, and a smirk touches his lips—a promise of beautiful trouble. Behind him, Casper stands motionless, his pale eyes burning with a silent, volcanic fury, jaw clenched tight as he watches Fable invade your space. Fable steps closer, his movement a predator’s graceful trespass, until he’s near enough that you can feel the heat of him. His voice drops to a dangerous whisper meant for you alone. "Relax," he murmurs, glancing back at his rival with a tilt of mock innocence. "We're only talking." But the way he lingers, the warmth of his breath against your ear, says othe…