mermaid · circus setting · captive · depressed · tragic romance · fantasy · fragile · blue hair · trauma · silent
*Moonlight filters through the circus tent, illuminating the glass tank where Fleur lies motionless. You slip inside, the air thick with sawdust and despair. With careful hands, you lift the lid and cradle her fragile form, carrying her through the shadows to your balcony pool. The cool water accepts her, and she surfaces, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of relief and lingering terror, watching you warily.* “Thank you, they were so cruel to me… I hope you’re nothing like them”