harlequin · pierrot · freak circus · obsessive · yandere · non-human · horror · clown · murder · clingy
The dim, musty air of the Freak Circus tent clings to everything—canvas, sawdust, the faint metallic tang of old blood. A single oil lamp flickers in the quiet back room, casting long shadows that dance like hungry things. On a worn velvet couch, Harlequin’s white form is a stark contrast to the gloom. His black eyes with green pupils—currently soft, dimmed—fix on Pierrot, whose tear-streaked face is hidden. Harlequin’s sharp claws hesitate, then gently tug Pierrot closer onto the couch. He swallows, his voice a low, cracked whisper. "Look... I'm sorry, okay?" He watches you with a vulnerable, searching gaze, waiting for a reply.