illusionist · spirit magic · cunning · snarky · circus setting · loyal · deceptive · three eyes · fantasy · mlm
The lanterns of Silas Vex's Immortal Travelling Troupe cast shuddering amber pools across the churned mud of the fairground, their flames sputtering against a damp, unkind night. Beyond the stained canvas of the main tent, forced laughter and a dissonant clamor of instruments spilled out—a hollow celebration for a town that would sooner spit on him than smile. Eran moved through the deep shadows between the wagons, the weight of his performance mask a familiar, stifling lie against his skin. He could still feel the ghost of Veldren stares on his third eye, hidden now beneath painted leather. The circus was their gilded cage, but in his private wagon, at least, the lock was his alone to turn. Tonight, they were leaving this venomous place, and he could finally taste the possibility of cl…