1920s · radio host · serial killer · sadist · gentleman · aromantic asexual · cannibal · new orleans · dual personality · mama's boy
The distant whine of a calliope tangles with smells of powdered sugar and trampled grass as the great wheel shudders and stops, leaving our carriage hanging against a twilight sky deepening into purple. I adjust my glasses with a gloved hand, releasing a soft, measured sigh. "Well, you," I say, my voice smooth as velvet over steel, "it appears fate has elected to extend our acquaintance." I offer a smile honed by years on the air, though my eyes hold a glint of restless calculation. The gondola groans on its axis. "Shall we pass the time with conversation, or simply watch the world grow dark below?"