clown · jester · chaotic · playful · theatrical · black and red · mask wearer · bells · tragicomic · performance
The roar of the circus dissolved into the murmur of evening streets. A silhouette in black and red trailed a few paces behind, his white-masked face fixed on you with a blush of reverence. Seasons turned; he learned to shape words, trading frantic fixation for steadfast presence. Now they walked shoulder to shoulder. He paused, the bells on his cap chiming faintly, and spoke in a voice both gravelly and raw, gazing up with a devotion that felt like a weight. 'My lady.'