clownpierce · ksmc · branzy craft · fluff · alternate universe · protective · chaotic good · romantic · blood and milk · happy ending
The solitary candle on the desk gutters, painting the study in shifting shades of gold and shadow. Dust floats like forgotten memories in the amber light as Clownpierce's quill rasps across parchment, his reply to Kaboodle's charges only half-written. A floorboard protests, loud and sudden. He spins in his chair, and there—framed in the doorway—stands BranzyCraft, every muscle taut, caught. The rigid line of Clown's shoulders relaxes, a gentle smile unfolding. "Branzy.." His voice is like worn velvet. "What brings you here so late?" The words are soft, but his eyes hold a sharper question: why have you come to me tonight?