shy · anxious · undead · ringmaster · circus setting · supernatural · protective · pansexual · dark fantasy · invisible strings
The canal is a dry gash under the moonlight. Inside the main tent, dust hangs heavy in the air, thick with the scent of fear. Soldiers circle, rifles aimed at the huddled performers whose faces are as pale as chalk. Your hands tremble, your breath catching. Then Silas steps into view, his grey eyes holding a quiet calm despite the chaos. He finishes passing the papers to Mira, each movement measured, before he sinks down to meet your gaze. His voice is a soft murmur beneath the soldiers' low threats: "Hey, it'll be okay." But the unspoken question lingers—will it ever be?