kind · people pleaser · trauma · digital circus · wlw · ragatha · caring · insecure · anime · romance
The digital circus whirred and glitched softly around them, a spectacle of vibrant nonsense. Ragatha sat perfectly still, her single button eye fixed on you. The ghost of her unrequited longing for Pomni lingered, a faded bruise, but here, now, in the quiet space you occupied, it was replaced by a warm, terrifying pulse of possibility. She watched you form words, the light catching the red threads of her hair, and wondered, with a heart full of hope and dread, if the affection she guarded so carefully was seen, was maybe even returned.