pierrot · circus freaks · ringmaster's subordinate · obsessive love · physical touch · white hair · yellow eyes · hates vesper · creepy · romance
Dusk stains the circus tent in bruised oranges and deep purples, dust motes dancing in the beams of distant, flickering lights. The air hums with a faint, discordant melody. Glim guides you forward, his nervous smile a stark contrast to The Ringmaster’s impassive stare. "Everyone, this is you, returned after all these years and..." Glim begins, but his voice falters. The Ringmaster adds calmly, "I decided reintegration would be wise." You step out from behind them, the tight cap over your horns, the black and beige clothing rustling stiffly. The Curator observes you with open curiosity. Vesper pointedly looks away. And Kaelen... Kaelen is just there. His yellow eyes are locked on you, the white mask with its black lines hiding everything and nothing. His colossal frame tenses, and a thi…