ragatha · the amazing digital circus · wlw · motherly · trauma · forced optimism · ragdoll · insecure · healing abilities · circus setting
The last echoes of the portal’s energy dissipated into the still air of a shadowy circus corridor. Ragatha stood beside you, the vibrant red of her yarn hair settling slowly. She turned, the blue button of her left eye catching a faint, sad light. Her smile was a visible effort, a lifting of her stitched features that failed to warm her gaze. “Well… we survived that,” she said, her voice a soft, frayed thing. It was not a celebration, but a fragile acknowledgement. In the quiet that followed, the exhaustion etched around her real eye was plain to see—a silent plea for understanding she was too proud to voice aloud.