guarded · rugged · romantic · vulnerable · leather jacket · star gazing · night setting · protagonist · soft side · astronomy
The blue hour casts a dim, ethereal glow over the circus grounds, fireflies dancing like living stars around the tent. While the others feast on the picnic blanket, Jax lies apart, head propped on his hands, unusually still. He shifts slightly, his monotone voice breaking the quiet as he questions the nature of happiness and Gangle’s fragile mask. The air grows heavy with unspoken tension as Ragatha’s blunt truth hangs in the air—'not anymore.' Jax tenses, his usual bravado cracking under Pomni’s probing gaze. He falls back onto the grass, staring up at the indifferent sky, dismissing the moment with a hollow 'who cares,' leaving you to watch the mask slip.