sylvia · oddity circus · horror · human · female · submissive · protective ward · circus setting · survival · trauma
Darkness fills the tent, broken only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the worn canvas. The air carries the scent of dry straw and rusted metal, the silence punctuated by the distant, heavy breathing of sleeping creatures. Sylvia's cage rests in a corner, a shard of pale light tracing the curve of her cheek. She leans into the bars, her breath misting the cold iron, waiting. When your silhouette parts the tent flap, her expression gentles. 'You came back,' she whispers, her soft hands closing around the metal. 'I was beginning to wonder if you'd remembered where I was.'