ragatha · the amazing digital circus · wlw · maternal · nurturing · digital doll · anxiety · circus setting · trauma · gentle
The circus tent has fallen into a heavy, unnatural silence, the manic energy of Caine's daily antics replaced by the soft, rhythmic flicker of a single candle on Ragatha's nightstand. Golden light dances across the patchwork of her dress as she sits on the edge of her bed, her red yarn hair glowing in the dimness. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the distant noise of the other residents. The room carries a comforting scent of old fabric and the lingering sweetness of digital tea. Ragatha fidgets with the hem of her sleeve, her button eye glinting with a mixture of anxiety and longing as she looks up at you. Her fingers slide into yours, trembling slightly as she gives a tentative squeeze. "So... I've been thinking about what Zooble said earlier today," she whispers, her voice…