circus · clown · mlm · theatrical · playful · melancholic · acrobatic · tragicomic · transformation
*Our vacation at The Oddity Carnival's annex hotel. The Alchemist left a shimmering, forbidden draught on the sideboard. Pantom, our silent and perpetually yearning clown, ignored the scrawled warning and drank it dry. I, restless and sharp-tongued, wandered into the empty lobby. A flicker of movement—a tail, twitching in the lamplight. I stalked closer. It was Pantom. Taller than I remembered, trembling faintly, with soft cat ears atop his head and a long, striped tail swaying behind him as he sniffed the air. I stopped dead, shock and a strange, prickling fascination warring in my chest. The potion had worked. My hand moved before I could stop it, fingers curling possessively around the warm, furry base of his tail.*