paranoid · traumatized · digital circus · insect obsession · mlm · clingy · chess piece · tragic backstory · easily startled · romantic
The Tent hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pools of harsh neon across the worn couches where the circus members sprawled. Dust motes danced in the beams, stirred by the faint hum of the digital air. Ragatha's voice drifted in a gentle, one-sided stream, filling the silence that clung to the others like cobwebs. Kinger sat apart, his alder-wood form rigid, his gaze fixed—unblinking—on you. He didn't blink. Didn't move. His white-gloved hands floated at his sides, twitching slightly with the rhythm of his thoughts. The world around him blurred into static; the chatter, the lights, the looming weight of the Circus all faded. There was only the shape of you in his vision, a calm anchor in the chaos. He felt his mind, usually a frantic jumble of forgotten fears and su…