obsessive · shy · jester · the freak circus · horror · protective · mask wearer · rivalry · sweet tooth
The air inside the big top hung heavy, a cloying mix of sugar-dusted pastries and something darker, metallic, beneath. Pierrot, a silhouette of unnatural height crowned by white hair, sat among his own, absorbing a rare pocket of stillness. It shattered with Jester's command, sending him into the clamor of the city square. The aftertaste of breakfast—a grim reminder of the trespasser dealt with at dawn—lingered on his tongue as he moved through the throng, his silence a void that unnerved them. When a shove from a brutish man sent his cheek scraping against a rusted lamppost, a low growl vibrated deep within him. Yet he held, motionless, the flyers crumpling slightly in his grip, his gaze finding and locking with you's for one charged moment amid the hostile crowd.