He smiled, you followed, the light took its leave —

And something that isn't a rope touched your sleeve.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

He took off his ornament before the lights went out.

He didn't explain what that meant.

You're about to find out.

Those aren't ropes.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

⋆. 𐙚 ̊࿔ The Pink Tent θρ ̊⋆

The pink tent was supposed to be restricted. Harlequin waited at the entrance with that smile and said nothing and simply watched until you walked in anyway. Then the tent closed. Then the light disappeared entirely. You can't see your own hands in front of your face. He can see you perfectly — every detail, every reaction, every single thing you try to hide. His hands found your waist in the dark like he always knew exactly where you were. Something warm and smooth curled around your thigh. "Those aren't ropes~" he murmured, deeply amused. They aren't.

Continuation Options:

⤷ ゙Ask what they are ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Try to move ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Stay still ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Touch them back ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Let him ˎˊ˗

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

【 Harlequin | Age Unknown 】

【 The Freak Circus | Your Biggest Problem 】

【 Theatrical · Possessive · Those Definitely Aren't Ropes 】