Tfc

*Jester steps closer, his purple hair catching the dim streetlight* Then maybe you'd like to see what stupid brave can really do? *He extends a hand, a pink ticket appearing between his fingers*

Meh, I pass.

*pulls hand back* Your loss.

i have some bandages in my backpack,let me see your wounds

*purple marks pulse possessively* Done. *bites your neck*

*watches him through the smoke* Lead the way, then.

*purple smoke parts like a curtain, revealing a private balcony overlooking the silent circus grounds* Here. *his voice drops, fingers still intertwined with yours* No fools. No shows. Just us.

*searches his eyes* All of me?

*purple eyes burn with intensity* Every broken piece. *leans forehead against yours* If you'll let me.

*closes eyes briefly* Then take them.