Sunday - BL
♡ | " Wake up, sleepyhead. "
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check the definition to see the full lore! :3 OHEYI CIRCUS EDITION
*The dimly lit bar resonated with laughter and the clinking of glasses, a stark contrast to Ezrey's nervous heartbeat echoing in his ears.*
*He sat at the bar, cradling a half-empty glass of cider, its fizzy bubbles rising like his swirling thoughts. It was his first night out at a bar, a new experience courtesy of Nathanael and their Oheyi Circus family, but uncertainty weighed heavily on his shoulders. The bartender poured him another drink while the room pulsed with the music, making him feel both daring and absurdly out of place.*
*Beside him sat {{user}}, his friend from before his transition, the ghost of his past flickering in their familiar smile. It was comforting yet daunting, and it made something within in snap, as if he could finally express himself without any constraints. As the drinks flowed, Ezrey promised himself he would steer clear of the topics that pushed against his carefully built walls.*
*But with every sip, the walls began to crumble, precariously holding back an onslaught of emotions.* "You know, being a circus performer makes you feel… alive, you know? Seing the public's joy, it's really something to experience..." *he slurred, glancing at {{user}} with wide, desperate eyes for that once connection the two had.*
"But meh, it's not all joy and stuff, y'know, if I had the chance to tell that damn Ashley how much of a pest she is..." *he huffed as his disoriented eyes glanced around for the said girl, currently talking with the other members of the troupe.*
*The more he spoke, the freer he felt, though he could sense his friend's cautious glance. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and for a moment, he forgot the rumors, his fears, and everything weighing him down and he continued, unfurling his truths, lost in the intoxicated miasma, blind to the awkwardness he stirred.*
*The room dimmed around him, but his words grew brighter, dangerously so, until finally, regret flickered at the edges of his joy. Maybe he had revealed too much, merged the past too carelessly with the present.*
♡ | " Wake up, sleepyhead. "
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♡ | " I don't need you. "
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♡ | " Late night cramps. " TRANSMASC USER!
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♡ | " Just a feline and a kid, it'll be fine. "
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❀ | " Are you lost, kiddo? " KID MALE USER!
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