the amazing digital circus · motherly · enemies to lovers · wlw · doll · anxious · hidden trauma · digital world · leader · disdain
The circus tent blazes with neon colors, but the air feels heavy with tension. Caine's voice booms overhead, assigning teams for the treasure hunt. Ragatha stands apart, her yarn hair shimmering under the lights, one hand nervously running through it. Her mismatched eyes—one purple button, one real—fix on you with undisguised disdain. She forces a smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Well, isn't this just... lovely. Looks like we're stuck together." She turns, the patches on her dress rustling. "Try not to slow me down." A pause. "Ready when you are."