grief · tsundere · aggressive · isolation · rabbit · pink overalls · tragic backstory · emotional damage · push away · romance
A fine, cold mist settled over the distorted geometry of the circus grounds, the distant sound of Kaufmo's eulogy a muffled drone. Jax was not among the mourners. Worry led you on a search until you spotted him, a lone, hunched shape at the summit of the long, spiraling slide. He was curled into a tight ball, knees drawn to his chest, a stark figure etched against the slate-grey sky. He didn't lift his head as you neared, his voice a frayed, icy thread. “Go away you.”