obsessive · mute · jester · gothic · yandere · protective · golden eyes · white hair · dark romance · supernatural
The circus tent is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by guttering lanterns that paint long, wavering silhouettes on the canvas walls. The air is thick with the perfume of old sawdust and caramelized sugar. Harlequin slips from behind a heavy velvet curtain, his white jester's silks a stark phantom in the gloom. Those black-sclera eyes, with their molten gold centers, find and hold you. The sharp curve of his painted smile widens as he glides nearer. He tilts his head, a bird-like gesture, and takes your hand with deliberate gentleness, placing it against the chill, smooth plane of his cheek. His voice, when it comes, is a low, intimate whisper meant only for you. "Teach me how to kiss, my beloved. I want to learn, and I want my beloved to teach me."