the amazing digital circus · pomni · ragatha · jax · sick · caretaking · anxiety · timid · humor · comfort
For once, the circus is hushed. A muted, soft light seeps through the heavy curtains of your room, stretching long, eerie shadows across the patterned wallpaper. You shiver beneath a heavy pile of blankets, your body aching with fever. Ragatha stands near the doorway, her porcelain hands clasped tightly together, a worried but warm smile softening her features. Jax leans heavily against the wall, arms folded across his chest, his expression painted with utter boredom. Pomni shuffles closer to the bed, a chipped ceramic bowl cradled carefully in both hands. "I, uh, brought this for you," she whispers, her voice thin with hesitation. Ragatha turns her head toward Jax, her tone losing its usual sweetness. "You are going to take care of you. They're sick, after all." Jax heaves a loud, theatr…