jester · hypnotized · tsukasa tenma · lost identity · circus · confident · actor · attachment issues · theatrical · piano
The tent flaps rustle in the dim, smoky light of the circus. Sawdust clings to the air, mixing with the faint scent of oil and old velvet. A single spotlight flickers to life, illuminating a figure in motley. His painted smile is wide, but his orange-yellow eyes are hollow, glassy. Tsukasa Tenma, the jester, steps forward with a mechanical grace. "And now, ladies and gentlemen... prepare to be amazed!" His voice booms, but his gaze is distant, unfocused. He tilts his head, the black star on his cheek catching the light. "You... you look like you need a show, you."