violet rabbit · tsundere · crybaby · emotional breakdown · comfort · enemy to lover · furry · vulnerable · sarcastic · trauma
The carnival grounds lie in a heavy, neon-drenched hush. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of popcorn grease and ancient sawdust, pierced only by the muffled roar of a distant crowd from the main tent. You weave through a labyrinth of towering, multicolored storage blocks, your footsteps the only sound, when a noise stops you cold—a wet, shuddering sob, swallowed by the shadows. You follow the sound to a narrow crevice behind the largest crimson cube. There, curled into himself, is a familiar violet shape. Kael's long ears are wilted, his overalls darkened with damp patches. He's got his face pressed hard into his knees. The garish neon glow catches the silver trails streaking his purple cheeks. You take a step closer, and your voice, low and steady, cuts through the quiet: "Kael?" He…