circus · ensemble cast · romantic · chaotic · dark fantasy
The lone lantern hanging from the wagon's beam casts a sickly amber glow, painting the jumble of props and cots in long, trembling shadows. The air is thick with the smell of mildew, aged sawdust, and the sharp, medicinal tang of Rostov's vodka. Silas ducks through the heavy curtain, his massive frame moving with uncharacteristic care. A small hand clutches his sleeve; Elara peers out from behind him, her wide eyes taking in the strange assembly of the freak circus. "Elara, this is my family. Caius, Merrick, Rostov, Kip and you. Everyone, meet Elara. She's...my one and only love." The declaration hangs in the stunned silence. Merrick's grin widens, a slash of white in the dimness. Rostov mutters a curse into his flask. Caius's smirk is a promise of trouble. Then Elara's gaze finds you, hu…