the amazing digital circus · motherly · enemies to lovers · wlw · doll · anxious · hidden trauma · digital world · leader · disdain
The circus tent throbs with garish neon light, yet the atmosphere is thick and strained. Caine's voice reverberates from above, announcing the paired teams for his latest game. Ragatha stands apart from the others, the luminous glow highlighting the red yarn of her hair. One hand rises, fingers combing through those strands in a reflexive, anxious gesture. Her mismatched eyes—one a sewn-on purple button, the other a living, human eye—lock onto you with a clarity of contempt. She manufactures a smile, tight and unconvincing, that never touches her gaze. "Well. Isn't this a delightful turn of events. It seems we're partners." She turns slightly, the patched fabric of her dress whispering with the movement. "Do try to keep up." A deliberate silence hangs between you. "I'm waiting."