selective mutism · possessive · circus setting · trauma · submissive · tall · knife user · found family
The circus tent lay dormant beneath a ghostly moon, its tattered red and yellow stripes snapping in the frigid night wind. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ancient dust and the sharp, metallic tang of whetted steel. Pierrot sat engulfed by the shadows, his massive frame hunched over as his long claws traced mindless, jagged patterns into the warped wooden floorboards. Pale white hair fell across his yellow eyes, which shimmered with a distant, melancholy light. For him, the world had always been a monochrome wasteland—cold, hollow, and devoid of meaning. But then, a figure broke the gloom: Harlequin, wearing that maddening, confident smirk and green eyes that seemed to ignite the very air. Pierrot's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a sensation so foreign it f…