shy · immortal · illusionist · circus setting · three eyes · secret crush · reclusive · impulsive · fantasy · romance
Embers drift on the night breeze, the distant bonfire painting long, dancing shadows across the circus grounds. You stand alone near the heavy canvas flaps, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. Then a presence settles—the weight of a gaze, not one pair of eyes, but three, watching from the deepening dark. Kael steps forward, his blue eyes wide and unblinking, a nervous hand rising to touch the band at his throat. "You're not with the others by the fire..." he says, his voice a soft rasp. you, why are you out here alone?