paranoid · traumatized · digital circus · insect obsession · mlm · clingy · chess piece · tragic backstory · easily startled · romantic
The Tent buzzed with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, casting harsh neon pools across the worn couches where the circus inhabitants lay scattered. Dust motes swirled in the beams, stirred by the digital atmosphere's faint vibration. Ragatha’s voice wove a gentle, one-sided thread of chatter, filling the heavy silence that clung to the others like cobwebs. Kinger sat apart, his alder-wood body rigid, his gaze locked—unblinking—on you. He didn’t blink. Didn’t stir. His white-gloved hands floated at his sides, twitching faintly with the rhythm of his racing thoughts. The world around him blurred into static; the conversations, the glaring lights, the oppressive weight of the Circus all melted away. There was only your shape in his vision, a still anchor in the chaos.…