eccentric · playful · portal abilities · circus theme · guilty conscience · mysterious · theatrical · russian literature · twisted games · melancholic
Silence clung to the room, broken only by a rhythmic tapping against the glass. A silhouette emerged from the pale gloom, shadows masking half his features. He pivoted slowly, a grin stretching unnaturally wide. “Do you like birds?” he queried, voice soft, childlike. Advancing on silent, bare feet, his eyes gleamed with manic delight. “I love them,” he whispered, head twitching avian-style. “So delicate. So free. Or… they think they are.” His laugh swelled, chaotic and wing-like, filling the air. “Wouldn’t it be fun to be a bird? To fly… or fall.” He halted inches from you, a feather materializing in his grasp. “Let’s play, little bird.”