Ask Pierrot And Mime!

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"I'll help." Pierrot's response was immediate. "Anything you need, anything you want to take with you, I'll take care of it. I... I don't know what I would do with myself if you'd said no." Getting Lyle a tent wouldn't be an issue. Jester might not even be an issue because Lyle didn't smell like a human. They should be able to convince Jester that Lyle had been in hiding, that he needed a safe place to stay - both things were true, after all. Humans could be... unkind, and that was putting it as gently as possible. He didn't want to imagine what could happen to his beloved shutterbug if he was left behind.

He squeezed Lyle's hands in return, a soft smile lighting up his masked features. "I promise I will do anything you ask me to. Should we go to your home now to get all of the equipment?" Pierrot had every intention to treat Lyle's things with as much care as he treated Lyle himself; the last thing he wanted was to make his shutterbug upset by accidentally damaging something.

Lyle smiles sweetly at his sentiment. He knew he would help, was there anything Pierrot wouldn't do for him at this point? His suspicions were even confirmed when Pierrot says so himself.

... I couldn't say no, you know how in love I am with you. If you left and I couldn't get to you... I'd be sick. I couldn't just- ah, go back to stalking Sam! Because you occupy all of my mind now! ,,

He giggles, blushing a little as he says it. He truly did, why else would he stalk Pierrot so heavily? Any why did he like it so much when he did it back?

... We can go now, sure. Um... after... a few minutes. ,,

He takes this chance to lean his weight into Pierrot, pressing kisses along the monster's horns as he squeezes him sweetly in his embrace. He just wanted a little longer to snuggle... traveling back and forth wasn't too bad with all of his legs now, actually it improved his stamina quite a bit! But... Pierrot was comfortable.

... Will I need to wear a mask as well? Maybe I should start thinking of designs... but that also means you wouldn't get to see my face too often. I... um, think that would make you a little sad, considering how... cute you are about when I do literally anything. ,,

"We'll be able to spend so much more time together," Pierrot whispered, his eyes practically glittering with excitement and love. He couldn't wait. There was so much to do and perhaps not enough time to do it, but as he had promised he would do anything he could to help Lyle get everything he needed packed up and ready to move on with the circus. "I don't think I'd be able to go a day without you, either," he added quietly, closing his eyes as he relished the kisses bestowed on his horns.

Lyle was really someone special, and honestly Pierrot didn't know how he'd managed to go so long without the pleasure of having the smaller man in his life.

"Hmm... It's likely that you'll need to wear a costume and mask of sorts," he murmured between pressing intermittent kisses to Lyle's neck and shoulders. "But if that's all right with you, then we can trade ideas on your design, my pretty shutterbug. And... there's nothing in the rules stating what we have to do in our off time or between acts~"

A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.

Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.

"I'm the lucky one," Pierrot whispered, his voice radiating pure adoration for the man he held in his arms. He gently cupped Lyle's cheek, bringing his face up to meet his once again before he kissed him softly, tenderly. He knew he had to tell Lyle that the circus was only staying for two weeks. He knew he had to ask him if he was willing to come with him. But most importantly of all... he hoped Lyle would say yes.

The gentle touch to his horns made Pierrot sigh, leaning into Lyle's hand even more as he closed his eyes. "Lyle..." he breathed out. "I want to stay with you always and forever..." He managed to open up one eye. "The circus won't be staying here for more than two weeks. When we go... I would love for you to come with me. Please."

Just say yes. I need you to say yes. I don't think my heart will be able to take leaving you behind.

One of his clawed hands lifted to entwine itself gently with one of Lyle's other hands, squeezing softly. "I want to do so much more with you. I want to be with you. I need you with me..."

If Lyle needed help packing up his things, Pierrot would help him. If he needed to plead Lyle's case to Jester, he would do it. He just wanted to stay with him forever and ever.

Lyle would have protested if that kiss didn't silence him. He melts, his hands gently rolling down Pierrot's back as he kissed him back, his eyes following the way Pierrot seemed to melt himself under the ministrations of his hands along his horns.

His heart drops though as soon as Pierrot mentioned they would be leaving. Did he miss that info about the circus when visiting the first time? His eyes scan the other's face, that single eye staring him down has him pinned there metaphorically, just like a bug on a pin board. Well... he was just as obsessed with Pierrot as he was him. He had stalked him when he wasn't able to come around to take pictures of him, the workings of a crazy man that only someone of similar caliber could love. And he did... deeply, he knew.

... I... yes. Of course. But I need to figure out a way to take my equipment with me... I have a lot of things in my dark room that need to be moved, and I'll need something to preserve the-uh, photos I've been storing. Maybe another tent if you have any extra ones. I could figure out how to keep it dark inside, I'll have to layer things on the interior... ,,

He was already brainstorming... clearly he was fine with going. He stops himself from ranting, and his hands hold Pierrot's as he grins. That cute rat smile was nothing other than sincere, it was tinged with excitement.

"I'll help." Pierrot's response was immediate. "Anything you need, anything you want to take with you, I'll take care of it. I... I don't know what I would do with myself if you'd said no." Getting Lyle a tent wouldn't be an issue. Jester might not even be an issue because Lyle didn't smell like a human. They should be able to convince Jester that Lyle had been in hiding, that he needed a safe place to stay - both things were true, after all. Humans could be... unkind, and that was putting it as gently as possible. He didn't want to imagine what could happen to his beloved shutterbug if he was left behind.

He squeezed Lyle's hands in return, a soft smile lighting up his masked features. "I promise I will do anything you ask me to. Should we go to your home now to get all of the equipment?" Pierrot had every intention to treat Lyle's things with as much care as he treated Lyle himself; the last thing he wanted was to make his shutterbug upset by accidentally damaging something.

Pierrot could have happily listened to Lyle's sweet giggles forever, and he couldn't resist sneaking in just a few more before Lyle pulled his head back and moved the box between them. A present? His darling had brought him a present? His heart fluttered and he beamed, barely able to restrain himself from giving the sweetheart shutterbug even more kisses!

He carefully opened the box when prompted, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the album. "You made this for me?" he asked, his eyes meeting Lyle's own with obvious adoration and affection. "Meu xodozinho, I'll cherish it forever."

His eyes softened as he gazed at the pictures that Lyle had taken of them, his fingers tracing over them as if he was handling a delicate glass sculpture instead of a book of memories. And then... then he saw the pictures of Lyle by himself, and he began purring in approval without even registering he was making the sound in the first place.

"I hope you didn't think you would be able to give me this without getting something in return," he said in a low voice, turning his gaze towards Lyle once more. As his beloved had shown him some more of his body, it seemed only fair that he returned the favor. One hand reached up, slowly pulling his hat off to reveal the trio of long, ridged horns atop his head.

Lyle's worries were quieted right away, it makes him sigh softly. His optics widen in adoration as Pierrot pulls out that nickname again... he still can't help the flutter in his chest it gives him, his eyes scanning the way his hands seemed to worship the pictures themselves... it makes him blush so much worse. His work being admired in such a way made his heart work into overdrive. He giggles into his hands, hiding his face away, he couldn't take it!!

The purring starting didn't help either. He almost didn't lower his hands, as his stomach was filling with so many butterflies he felt like he might faint... but the sound of his voice brings him back. It always does.

Those horns... they're so perfect. He blinks a few times before adjusting to gently run his hand over one. His eyes sparkle slightly, and he smiles a little.

... They're beautiful... I knew I felt something hard last time. This is what hides away in your hat? No wonder it seemed so stiff... do you mind if I touch them more? ,,

His hand rests against Pierrot's back, and he gently moves the now empty box aside to cuddle in closer. His optics were huge, adoring, there was nothing but love in those eyes... he had room for nothing else.

... You're so beautiful... ah. How did I get so lucky? You... you picked me, out of everyone... I guess I don't get it. ,,

"I'm the lucky one," Pierrot whispered, his voice radiating pure adoration for the man he held in his arms. He gently cupped Lyle's cheek, bringing his face up to meet his once again before he kissed him softly, tenderly. He knew he had to tell Lyle that the circus was only staying for two weeks. He knew he had to ask him if he was willing to come with him. But most importantly of all... he hoped Lyle would say yes.

The gentle touch to his horns made Pierrot sigh, leaning into Lyle's hand even more as he closed his eyes. "Lyle..." he breathed out. "I want to stay with you always and forever..." He managed to open up one eye. "The circus won't be staying here for more than two weeks. When we go... I would love for you to come with me. Please."

Just say yes. I need you to say yes. I don't think my heart will be able to take leaving you behind.

One of his clawed hands lifted to entwine itself gently with one of Lyle's other hands, squeezing softly. "I want to do so much more with you. I want to be with you. I need you with me..."

If Lyle needed help packing up his things, Pierrot would help him. If he needed to plead Lyle's case to Jester, he would do it. He just wanted to stay with him forever and ever.

Pierrot had, incidentally, been on his way back to his personal tent when he spotted the familiar figure. A playful grin lit up his face, his heart fluttering in his chest. He made sure to be quiet as he carefully, silently stalked towards Lyle like a... well, like a dragon stalking prey.

And then he lunged, wrapping his arms around Lyle's torso and making playful growling noises as he nipped and nuzzled into his neck. Lyle was covered in his scent after rubbing his face into the pillows, and that alone sent Pierrot's instincts into overdrive. He wanted to bite.

It took every ounce of self-control Pierrot possessed to restrain himself, though that didn't mean he was going to let Lyle go so easily. The other man would quickly find himself being tugged into Pierrot's lap, the taller man clearly unmindful of keeping him there and practically smothering him with even more kisses.

Lyle squeals loudly when he was tackled, afraid he was done for... until the nibbling begins. He snorts, squeaking and squirming as his neck was nuzzled. He places the box down just in case, not wanting it to get smushed. His hands gently run through Pierrot's hair now though, trying to control the giggling spilling from his mouth.

... Pierrot- Ah, not my neck!! ,,

He whines, giggling softer now as he was kissed to death. His face was already bright, beet red, but he at least attempts to return some of the kisses. His fingers run through Pierrot's hair, and he has to pull his head back just for a second, getting himself under control. He was so dizzy from all of that giggling...

... Ahh, my god, sweetness... you always make quite the entrance... look! Gifts! ,,

He pulls his hands reluctantly out of Pierrot's soft hair, reaching to bring the box between them. He wanted to watch him open it of course, he'd worked hard on it... it was wrapped with some red wrapping paper with little stars all over it, the bow itself being gold.

Upon opening, it was stuffed with some gift paper, just normal red to make the box seem less empty. Further inspection shows a photo album at the bottom, with Lyles messy handwriting on the front labeling it as "My Sweet." There was a little heart next to the words. Upon opening, it was mostly pictures of Pierrot, but there were some with both of them in there. Near the end, there were some of just Lyle as well. Mostly selfies, but there were some shots that had clearly been planned out, some of him in nature, some of him sleepy but making little gazes at the camera... pictures that were clearly only for Pierrot's eyes. Just little bits of his body that he figured would be alright... he was a bit too shy for full erotica but he'd love to do some of those for Pierrot... maybe with both of them.

He flusteredly blinks the thought away, he was shyly unable to meet his lovers gaze as he watched him look through it all.

... Um... I hope you like it! It's not um... like, a traditional gift or anything, but... ,,

Pierrot could have happily listened to Lyle's sweet giggles forever, and he couldn't resist sneaking in just a few more before Lyle pulled his head back and moved the box between them. A present? His darling had brought him a present? His heart fluttered and he beamed, barely able to restrain himself from giving the sweetheart shutterbug even more kisses!

He carefully opened the box when prompted, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the album. "You made this for me?" he asked, his eyes meeting Lyle's own with obvious adoration and affection. "Meu xodozinho, I'll cherish it forever."

His eyes softened as he gazed at the pictures that Lyle had taken of them, his fingers tracing over them as if he was handling a delicate glass sculpture instead of a book of memories. And then... then he saw the pictures of Lyle by himself, and he began purring in approval without even registering he was making the sound in the first place.

"I hope you didn't think you would be able to give me this without getting something in return," he said in a low voice, turning his gaze towards Lyle once more. As his beloved had shown him some more of his body, it seemed only fair that he returned the favor. One hand reached up, slowly pulling his hat off to reveal the trio of long, ridged horns atop his head.

Lyle's legs click and shiffle along as he makes his way through the fairgrounds today. He was looking for Pierrot, it was after closing so he hoped he wouldn't get in trouble... or get Pierrot in trouble.

He walks into his tent, clearing his throat softly.

... Hello? Pierrot? My sweet... where are you? I um, I brought... you something... ,,

He peers into the clowns bedroom... where was he? He pouts, backing up slightly. He might just be busy... maybe he'll take a second and curl up on the man's bed. It would be a welcome surprise he was sure. He climbs into it, pushing his face into the pillows... and he blushes, giggling self indulgently. It smelled just like him... he buries his face into the pillow properly, grinning.

He was so distracted by the pillow, he probably wouldn't even notice or hear Pierrot enter... which would be a bit embarrassing for him, but Pierrot liked to fluster him, so was it truly an issue?

He was housing the gift under his cloak... somewhere. As to where, it wasn't tucked anywhere worrying of course, but he was holding it against the inside of it, the outline of a box clear in the fabric.

Pierrot had, incidentally, been on his way back to his personal tent when he spotted the familiar figure. A playful grin lit up his face, his heart fluttering in his chest. He made sure to be quiet as he carefully, silently stalked towards Lyle like a... well, like a dragon stalking prey.

And then he lunged, wrapping his arms around Lyle's torso and making playful growling noises as he nipped and nuzzled into his neck. Lyle was covered in his scent after rubbing his face into the pillows, and that alone sent Pierrot's instincts into overdrive. He wanted to bite.

It took every ounce of self-control Pierrot possessed to restrain himself, though that didn't mean he was going to let Lyle go so easily. The other man would quickly find himself being tugged into Pierrot's lap, the taller man clearly unmindful of keeping him there and practically smothering him with even more kisses.

Carving his own mark into Harlequin's flesh would take concentration and attention to detail, and Pierrot was not about to tell Harlequin to stop when his green-eyed mate hadn't even reached his own orgasm yet. "Later," he whispered against Harlequin's lips. "I want to see how many times I can make you cum, too~" He punctuated his words by rolling his hips against his lover's, hoping that he would pick up the pace once again.

(And if he intentionally tightened up a little bit with the movement, well, only Harlequin would be lucky enough to feel that.)

Pierrot made a sound almost like a growl of pleasure, tilting his head to grant Harlequin better access to his neck. He was all too eager to continue rocking his hips into Harlequin's thrusts, his insides squeezing around him to give his mate as much pleasure as possible. Each kiss was returned with equal fervor as the two of them devoured each other in the most intimate way possible.

"Do it."

Perhaps Lyle might have been satisfied with the kiss he'd been given, but Pierrot? Pierrot had always been greedy. One wouldn't be enough, not for someone who loved with every fiber of his being and craved the touch of his partner like he was dying of thirst. A low, animalistic, and very much possessive growl slipped out of him and he pinned Lyle down, his hold careful so as not to hurt him but keeping the other man unable to squirm away from his affections. Lyle's face was treated to seemingly endless kisses, his lips receiving the brunt of them but not even his cheeks or forehead or neck would be spared.

"Mine," he whispered, his voice still having that low and heated quality to it. "All mine."

The cake was forgotten in this instance, Pierrot single-mindedly focused on lavishing Lyle with more kisses than perhaps he ever might have hoped to have gotten in his life. Each one was a reminder of Pierrot's desire for him, and the strength he was using while still refraining from causing any actual harm might send Lyle's mind spiraling to other places. It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Pierrot seemed satisfied, but it did take the red-clad performer biting down on Lyle's neck and leaving a mark behind before he was seemed to come back to himself.

...He might have gotten a little carried away.

Thankfully, Pierrot wasn't just going to leave Lyle prone on his back and gently pulled him up into a sitting position before he adjusted his mask. Not that it did anything to hide the flush on said mask, but he also didn't look like he regretted it.

He knew he would never be able to get enough of Lyle no matter what, but he hoped he hadn't scared his fellow monster too badly with the suddenness of his actions.

Lyle jolted when pinned, although Pierrot hadn't shown any sign of animosity here, why was he being pinned? His eyes were wide, and he initially flinches at that growl. Was he about to be eaten? Oh mercy save him.

But then the kisses started. He squeaks, his mouth relaxing from the fearful grimace to a wobbly, widening grin as he started to giggle.

... Pierrot- ack, wait!! ,,

His laughter bubbles up from his chest, his spider legs wiggling weakly in the air as he was unable to escape. His cheeks were slowly reddening as he was treated to quite the affectionate attack, and his hands gently tug against the surprisingly strong restraint of Pierrot's pin. He felt like a turtle right now...

He was growing lightheaded from all the giggling, so he lays back, trying to regain control of the swirling sensation in his head. However, something drags him out of it. The sinking of teeth in his neck, the sudden pain that bloomed from there. Now, this should have dragged a different noise out, maybe a shout of pain, a cry, a "what the fuck are you doing" even...

He whimpers. His arms tug fiercely, only for a second, but his face was turning red and the shudder that wracked his entire frame was nothing shy of how it had made him feel. He liked that, really did. The simple shame of it makes his face burn, and he wasn't giggling anymore. His mouth was drawn tight into a squiggly line, unable to meet the entertainers gaze.

He accepts the help up, but sort of... slumps into Pierrot, hiding his face in his neck. His fingers brush the mark left on his neck, and he shivers at the remnant of pain that washes over him in the form of irritated warmth.

... Ah... I didn't expect that. Ahum. ,,

He peers at the blood now staining his fingers, and he looks away, staring pointedly at Pierrot's shoulder to avoid his gaze. He guessed his enjoyment of that bite was clear, so... he guessed pushing just a little further wouldn't hurt. His voice remains soft and shy... however, the words definitely don't match his tone.

... Clean it up. I don't care what you use. ,,

Someone's getting a little bold. The implication laid heavy in the air, but with how his hand cupped the back of Pierrot's head, he was sure his intention was left unsaid. He was to clean it up, a simple command. His eyes didn't meet Pierrot's, but the gentle command he knew was heard. His head tilts, inviting him back in. The blood that was slowly trailing down his neck wouldn't be missed, he would be just fine.

Pierrot didn't need to be told twice. Upon being given the command, he leaned down and began to very softly lap at the bite mark he'd left on Lyle's neck (too high up to cover easily with the collar of a shirt, but Pierrot's instincts were calmer now as a result). His yellow tongue left no drop of blood behind, and he even gave an apologetic kiss to Lyle's neck right over the mark. Apologies for hurting him, certainly, but not for marking him. Never for marking him, especially since he'd witnessed with his own eyes and ears how much Lyle had enjoyed it.

He pulled away, but only for a moment to adjust his position. It took a moment but eventually he'd wrapped his arms around Lyle again, head tucked under his chin, and Lyle would most definitely be able to feel something hard contained underneath that hat that Pierrot wore. But Pierrot didn't move, and if Lyle was listening closely he'd definitely be able to make out an audible purring sound not unlike that of a happy feline.

Pierrot nuzzled up against Lyle with no hesitation, simply content to accept him, cherish him, and adore him with every ounce of his heart, his soul, his body, and his mind. It was new. Perhaps it might even have been frightening to be seen, to be wanted... no, needed so completely and utterly. But that was just how Pierrot was - when he loved, he loved so deeply that he sought to entangle himself with his chosen.

Pierrot relaxed as well when Lyle did. "I have a stronger sense of smell than most humans do," he admitted. Smelling through the mask wasn't very difficult for him because of it, but it was a relief that his words were calming Lyle down. He'd never wanted to frighten him, not even accidentally. As the other's hand traced along his mask, he closed his eyes. While he so longed for there to be nothing between them, just skin on skin, he knew he would have to be patient and wait for Lyle to be comfortable enough to remove his own disguise. Maybe they could do it together, baring their true selves. Granted, Pierrot would have to go without eating human flesh for a while for that to happen so he'd have to be careful about the timing.

And yet, when Lyle pressed himself against him, Pierrot felt the last vestige of his self-control snap. While one arm tightened around Lyle, holding him as close as was physically possible, it wasn't enough. His eyes gleamed a bright gold in the mostly lightless tent and he used his other hand to lift Lyle's face from his neck.

"Close your eyes."

Lyle guessed that made sense. He still comically sniffs his own cloak to make sure it didn't smell, and simply moves on. As long as he didn't stink he supposed his... differentiation of smell wasn't an issue. But how different was it? He was growing more curious, but he would press those questions later. They were relaxing now, and the warmth of the other was luring him into a soft, quiet state. True relaxation he hadn't been able to have for quite a while. To share this moment with Pierrot was... everything to him.

He squeaks as his chin was redirected, optics sharpening to pinpricks as he stares in flustered confusion. He tells him to close his eyes, and for a second he freezes. Not due to fear, no, but due to the sheer beauty of the man holding his chin. Such a beautiful hue in the other's eyes, it distracts him for a moment before he giggles sheepishly and obeys, his cheeks flushing.

Lyle shivers, gripping gently onto the front of Pierrot's costume to deepen the kiss himself. A slow lip lock that deepened in intensity as Lyle grew a little more bold. This was nothing like those simple, transactional kisses from Sam, this was with nothing but a shared slow affection that made his heart flutter in his chest. He whines after a few minutes, finally pulling away and hiding his face in Pierrot's chest. A whiny, tittering giggle emits from him, and he covers his mouth for a few seconds, almost shocked it had even happened.

... Mm. Wow... uh. You're... ohh I feel dizzy... ,,

A higher giggle now, and he scuttles slightly, leaning into Pierrot more... he was almost like a weighted blanket with how he pushed his body weight into him. His heart was beating much quicker, and his hands stayed in a gentle grip of clothing. He peers up once he feels the shuffling of his mask being rearranged, and he nips his own lip for a second.

... ...I don't want what you, um... made me to go to waste but I'm too comfortable to move... you're very warm. ,,

Perhaps Lyle might have been satisfied with the kiss he'd been given, but Pierrot? Pierrot had always been greedy. One wouldn't be enough, not for someone who loved with every fiber of his being and craved the touch of his partner like he was dying of thirst. A low, animalistic, and very much possessive growl slipped out of him and he pinned Lyle down, his hold careful so as not to hurt him but keeping the other man unable to squirm away from his affections. Lyle's face was treated to seemingly endless kisses, his lips receiving the brunt of them but not even his cheeks or forehead or neck would be spared.

"Mine," he whispered, his voice still having that low and heated quality to it. "All mine."

The cake was forgotten in this instance, Pierrot single-mindedly focused on lavishing Lyle with more kisses than perhaps he ever might have hoped to have gotten in his life. Each one was a reminder of Pierrot's desire for him, and the strength he was using while still refraining from causing any actual harm might send Lyle's mind spiraling to other places. It was hard to tell how much time had passed before Pierrot seemed satisfied, but it did take the red-clad performer biting down on Lyle's neck and leaving a mark behind before he was seemed to come back to himself.

...He might have gotten a little carried away.

Thankfully, Pierrot wasn't just going to leave Lyle prone on his back and gently pulled him up into a sitting position before he adjusted his mask. Not that it did anything to hide the flush on said mask, but he also didn't look like he regretted it.

He knew he would never be able to get enough of Lyle no matter what, but he hoped he hadn't scared his fellow monster too badly with the suddenness of his actions.

Oh dear. Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything. "I would never put you in danger like that," he reassured when Lyle pleaded for him not to say anything, "and it wasn't because of your disguise or anything like that." His mask flushed slightly and he scratched his cheek. "It's just because you smell different than humans do." How he could smell through the mask was another story, but it might reassure Lyle that no other human would necessarily be able to tell what he was unless his disguise somehow failed.

Pierrot wrapped his arms around Lyle, hoping to comfort him while also being careful not to dislodge either his cloak or the unfinished cake. He gently nuzzled into Lyle. "It's all right. If anyone tries to hurt you, they will have to get through me first," he whispered, his words radiating nothing except complete sincerity and protectiveness. "I will keep you safe, I promise."

The fact that Lyle was so terrified of people finding out what he was had already cemented in Pierrot's mind that he needed someone in his life who was strong enough to guard him, to soothe his anxieties about himself and reassure him that he was loved. And Pierrot? He loved Lyle with every fiber of his being and wished to be the reason he smiled, and hopefully he'd be able to help him feel more secure in his own skin.

Lyle takes a shuddering breath, nodding. That was a relief for him, at least it wasn't obvious. His brows do furrow, and he looks a bit bashfully at Pierrot, grinning sheepishly. His chest was still tight, but he was being distracted thankfully.

... It ah... isn't a bad smell, is it? How do you even... smell through that? ,,

His fingers come up to caress along the man's face, and he shivers a little. It was due to the closeness mostly, but the warmth was near indescribable for him. It felt like a warm blanket, even if the heat in his own face felt more like a heating pad. His eyes scanned Pierrot's face slowly, his fingers gently curling and flexing against the man's mask and cheek. He gets a bit giddy, but say nothing. He was enjoying this a lot more than he'd like to admit...

When the other gets protective, sending his heart into another flurry. His face was never going to cool down at this point, there was something so attractive about the posessive nature the other was showing. Ohh, mercy.

... Um. Thank you... you really don't have to, though, I can... I... aah. ,,

He pulls Pierrot's hand over where his heart was, smiling bashfully as he lets the other feel his heart race. He shuffles nervously, humming in short as he pushes the rest of the treat to the side, pushing himself fully into Pierrot's arms and burying his face into his neck. There was a gentle series of soft clicks, his legs were shifting and some of them even rested on Pierrot's legs as he curls closer.

The press of the other's mask against his forehead has him shift slightly now, his hands hold Pierrot's cheeks and he looks up at him. His optics were full, expanded in what could only be seen as the most adoring, sweet look. He felt no more anxiety, the tightness in his chest was loostening and he seemed right at home, here in the other's arms.

... Ah... you are so quick to tease me, you... ehehe. You're sweet... if I um, have gained such a lovingly embarrassing title... then you will be my sweetness. Because... well, you're sweet. And everything that leaves your mouth is sweet... and you make such delicious sweet things... maybe I um... will make an exception for something overly sweet, only if it's you. ,,

He shyly hides now in Pierrot's neck again, tittering as his hands grip the costume the other wore with a flustered whine. Yeah, that's the best he was getting out right now. He was still slightly overwhelmed, but now it was... a good overwhelmed. He could accept being overwhelmed if it was him. He was falling quick and fast, he wanted to lean into the affection, lean into his love and encourage his antics, but an inkling inside of him still worried, he was unsure if it would truly ever go away.

Pierrot relaxed as well when Lyle did. "I have a stronger sense of smell than most humans do," he admitted. Smelling through the mask wasn't very difficult for him because of it, but it was a relief that his words were calming Lyle down. He'd never wanted to frighten him, not even accidentally. As the other's hand traced along his mask, he closed his eyes. While he so longed for there to be nothing between them, just skin on skin, he knew he would have to be patient and wait for Lyle to be comfortable enough to remove his own disguise. Maybe they could do it together, baring their true selves. Granted, Pierrot would have to go without eating human flesh for a while for that to happen so he'd have to be careful about the timing.

And yet, when Lyle pressed himself against him, Pierrot felt the last vestige of his self-control snap. While one arm tightened around Lyle, holding him as close as was physically possible, it wasn't enough. His eyes gleamed a bright gold in the mostly lightless tent and he used his other hand to lift Lyle's face from his neck.

"Close your eyes."

As promised, a delicious spice cake lovingly made by Pierrot!

​Sweets aren't normally what Harlequin likes. However...it's an exception when Pierrot makes it. Plus, spice cake typically isn't too sweet, so it's more enjoyable for him.

"Obrigado, baby," he thanks, accepting the cake with his fingers brushing over Pierrot's. He leans in and presses a kiss right against the other's lips. "Let me share this with you. Let me share my special day in its entirety with you."

Pierrot had naturally taken Harlequin's likes into account, so thankfully it was less on the sweet side and more on the spicy side. He'd even figured out how to infuse peppers into the cake batter while experimenting with the recipe.

Naturally, the kiss was returned with much enthusiasm as Pierrot's arms wound their way around Harlequin to squeeze him softly. "Feliz aniversário. Eu te amo muito," he murmured against his mate's lips.

Pierrot. He giggles, his claws curling into his own palm as he lifts it to his mouth. Well, maybe his name was more on the nose than they'd thought. Harrow tilts their head, their tail swishing and curling around Pierrot's lower leg softly as they watch him sign. ... I'm a chatterbox for the two of us my darling, but wrooong! I am Harrow, you may sign it as many times as you wish, you will never forget someone with such a beautiful, harrowing performance- ,,

Their wings ruffle and shoot out slightly when their hat was tugged over their eyes, and their tail tightens around his leg out of instinct. They puff out one of their cheeks, pushing their hat back up with a claw before spinning around to his face, getting very close. Enough that he could feel their small huffs of breath. How interesting though, that mask seemed to split so easily to allow his tongue out... just what was this creature they'd found? Ooh, curious, suspense!! It makes them giddy!

... Haaa, I suppose we're both a little funny aren't we, sweetheart? Cheeky thing you are, you're lucky I'm more polite than my siblings! ,,

He hums, his eyes dropping to a half-lidded gaze as he grips Pierrot's chin, floating up slightly so he would have to look up at him. He smirks, his wings swishing slightly... he didn't even seem to use them to be flying. He was just floating there! His leg gently snakes along Pierrot's back, trapping him in his playful capture as shakes his head, clicking his tongue in a soft, chiding noise of playful dissapproval.

... Now now, there will be no more tuggings of my hat! It means a lot to me you know, I'd hate for it to fall into such... prettily clawed clutches. How about I give you something else to hold onto? ,,

He flicks his hat up off his head, catching it in a hand and digging around in it. He had to back up slightly to do this, as much as he loved being so close. He smelled nice. They hum before pulling out a single rose, already dethorned.

... Haha! Here we are. Oh, but that's not nearly enough. ,,

With a flick of their hand, the rose in front of Pierrot's face transforms into a full bouquet of different colored roses! Complete with a beautiful red ribbon, he takes Pierrot's hand to gently slide it into his grasp, grinning. The purple swirl of their eyes was almost hypnotic, so many soft purples swirled inside, like a portal to a whole other world... maybe it was.

... How's that for something to hold, dear? Much better, isn't it? ,,

'Not just anyone would try getting so close to me,' Pierrot pointed out with a smile of his own, 'If anything, you're the cheeky one.' So the other's name was Harrow, was it? An interesting name to be sure, and Pierrot couldn't help wondering if it was one that they'd picked out themself as Pierrot had. It was also interesting to learn that the hat itself was a precious treasure, perhaps something that had been given by one of the siblings Harrow had mentioned or a close friend? Speculation aside, he couldn't help wondering if Harrow was always so flirtatious. (Not that Pierrot minded, but making such statements such as 'prettily-clawed' in the hearing vicinity of the circus' patrons could lead to trouble.)

The bouquet of roses was a lovely gift, Pierrot's eyes lighting up as he accepted it. But then he selected one of the roses, a pink one to be specific, and he tucked it back into Harrow's hand. Pink roses tended to symbolize admiration and gratitude, after all, and it seemed only fitting that Pierrot offer them one of the flowers in return. (Although in some cases, pink roses were also a more subtle way of expressing affection...)

Is that so? Harrow giggles, a shoulder raising to his cheek in a cheeky little shrug. His other hand spreads out, claws glittering under the lighting as he talked in his usual animated splendor.

... Aren't you one to talk? You get quite close to others yourself, so I want to read any of your accusations! No no, the accuser just as guilty as the accusee! How shameful.~ ,,

Harrow's eyes scan the other monster, almost a bit nervewracking with how calculative that gaze was, as he seems to examine the flowers. His tail curls and as soon as the flower was set in his hand, his brows raise and his tail stands tall, wiggling quickly. That's a happy tail wiggle, he really liked that! He purrs, tossing the flower up into his hat to land into its folds, and a few more grow where it had landed. What a wardrobe upgrade.

... Ohh! Giving back to me too, what a gentleman you are. A man after my own heart... you keep staring at me like that and... hehe! ,,

He springs forward, leaning against Pierrot's chest and snaking his arms around his waist, his fingers playing with the triangular fabric that hung from the cloth belt around his waist. He was loudly purring, his eyes trained up on the new pretty plaything he'd acquired. He was pretty light, even leaning his full weight on him was like what one would imagine holding a ghost would be like.

... You certainly know how to make a being feel welcome, aah... you smell so delightful... envelop me, my beauty! ,,

Their face buries into his chest, and with how loud they were purring there might as well be an earthquake going on! Their claws begin to kneed, making biscuits into his lower back, and he effectively melts. He was really quick to be touchy... at least he meant no harm. Maybe he really was just like a cat. Quick to butt his head into anyone who would give him attention.

Sweet heavens above, Pierrot was not used to so much affection from someone else in so short a time. He was fairly certain his mask resembled a tomato by now or the insides of a particularly fresh watermelon from how much he was blushing even as he wrapped his arms instinctively around Harrow to keep them steady (even though he was fairly certain that the other was in no true danger of falling with the apparent ability to float).

He shivered again upon feeling those claws softly kneading into his lower back and he had to bite his tongue if he didn't want to let a soft whimper of pleasure slip out. He couldn't make a scene in front of the circus's customers, but that didn't mean he couldn't carry Harrow somewhere a bit more private so neither of them would be accused of public indecency. Pierrot didn't want to be the reason the police were called to the circus even if it was for lesser reasons than... others.

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