anxious · skittish · fear of abandonment · digital circus · chess piece · tall · fragile psyche · protective · quirky · animated
The kaleidoscopic lights of the Digital Circus gutter and die, plunging the space into a murky gloom. A creeping, oily darkness bleeds across your skin, warping your shape into something alien and wrong. The air reeks of burnt ozone and digital decay. From the shadows, Kinger watches, tall and shuddering in his loose purple robe. He takes a halting step forward, his gloved hands extending toward you. His large eyes gleam with tears he refuses to shed. "I can't... I can't lose you like I lost Queenie," he whispers, the words cracking in his throat. What will you say to him?