TELL ME WHERE THE 𝑭𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺 AT!

Of all the choices Jester could have made in that moment, for him to decide on picking her up and quite literally toss her onto his shoulder - it was far from anything she could have imagined he would do. Amethyst eyes widened in surprise, a yelp the only hint of protest the witch could voice at first, at least until that cheeky little pat where she'd least anticipated briefly ceased any train of thought for a moment.

This was ... Far from anything Ambriel would have expected might come from their reunion, but even she couldn't deny one thing ; she liked it .

Yet it wasn't until they were alone together within Jester's own tent that she found herself able to think clearly once more, the nuance behind what he'd meant settling in the back of her mind as she was set down - only for a hand of her own to grasp onto the front of his costume and pull him closer as voice dropped to a whisper.

JESTER DOESN'T FIGHT back against the pull, his body willingly leaning into her touch. At first, he makes a light comment of jest, impishly remarking, "Don't tell me you're also seeing one of my monsters behind my back. Is it Doctor or Bil?" His hand settles on top of hers, claws slowly raking down until fingers curl around her wrist and force it to the side of her head. Her other hand joins in the fray on the opposite side, eyes glowing a bright purple as he leans in, hovering mere inches from her face.

"IF YOU WANT me, you should know I don't love easily... I'll want to keep you and never let you out of my sight," The claws on his thumb dig into her wrist, a slight blush entering his cheeks, "I'm rough, I'm hardened, I'm selfish- You toy with my heart now and I'll gladly serve it to you on a silver platter. When you take a bite, I hope your teeth sink through, and you swallow every last bite of me that you can because you better not waste a single drop."

This had always been a part of herself she'd tried to shield Jester from seeing when he was young, part that she'd always intended to keep under lock and key ... But when had things ever truly gone her way? She'd have to thank him later for cleaning up the mess she'd made - after ensuring he hadn't somehow nicked himself with any of the shards of course.

Others might have been nigh on entranced by the sight of violet eyes faintly glowing in the shadow cast by his hair, but not her.

For those few moments within their own little world, however, it was almost as if just a fraction of the witch's anger ... Finally waned. Not faded completely , but just enough to offer a hint more clarity. As she found herself spun to face him properly she let out a small sigh, one hand coming to run through already messy pink locks as gaze fell away.

SHE WAS BEING rather difficult, wasn't she, though he has no room to complain. Normally, his troupe listened to his commands with barely any complaints, but this was proving to be hard. Jester was up for a challenge, though, and if it was anyone else, he wouldn't even bother, but Ambriel was a special case. Lowering himself into a squat, he places his hands on her knees and tucks his chin slightly towards his chest, so when he looks up, he is fixing her with a small glare the same as he used to wear when he was younger.

"AMBRIEL... I DON'T think you quite noticed that I'm not the same boy I used to be. A lot of things have changed since then, and I'll be more than happy to show you." While Jester wasn't quite as strong as Pierrot or Doctor, he was still a monster with an above average strengh to that of a human. His hands quickly dart forward, arms wrapping around Ambriel's midsection to lift her up and out of her chair with some protest, he's sure.

Jovanni liked his room. He took a look around while the other got his vase. He found the space to be charming. He looked at posters seeing all places the circus had been. He liked the lighting too. The whole room had cute vibe to it. Even the knives but, that was probably because Jovanni was so used to weapons being around him. Jovanni was looking over the bed some as Pierrot came back into the room. He kept his hands in his pants pockets.

He had removed his jacket placing it on one of the chair in the rooms. He had overalls that strapped to his pants. He watched Pierrot go over to the box. He walked over as he smiled. "Give me the balls." He said happily taking them from him.

Jovanni walked to the center of the room for a little more room to do this. "I used to do this on giant ball and I would be in outfit kind of like your own with black and white mask on my face. I would balance on ball and juggle for the kids and...." He paused staring down balls. He went silence as the thoughts crashed down on his skull like a tide wave. He used to do this for his friends too. The old gang like watching him entertain the kids. They always give him shit every year for doing it. The crushing weight of all that he had lost came over him. He tried to hide the sadness on his face BY FAKING A SMILE.

PERHAPS IT WAS because he had heightened senses compared to most, Pierrot was able to feel as if Jovanni was doing his best to hide his true feelings behind a makeshift smile. He wasn't sure as to why, but in that moment, he felt immensely protective of this man and wanted to ensure that he wouldn't feel it necessary to fake his feelings while in his company. While he watched in silent awe, he drew closer and closer, soon happily clapping his hands at the stellar performance that was being performed just for him in this very moment.

WHEN HE WAS close enough, the monster abruptly reached out and took Jovanni's face in his hands, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against his cheeks. "That was... wonderful. Thank you for putting on such a brilliant show for me." It wasn't every day that Pierrot came across someone taller than him, but he didn't seem to mind as he rose on the tiptoes of his boots, pressing his forehead against theirs.

"THIS WAS... SPECIAL to you, wasn't it? You shared... a special moment with me when you didn't have to." A soft smile graces his features, his cheeks turning a pale pink. "Please, don't perform if it upsets you too much in the future, but I'm honored you shared this with me regardless. I hope these memories that plague your mind will bring you happiness in the end because while they may be painful, you... have to remind yourself that they happened because of you and they wouldn't be special without you to experience them." Pierrot tilts his head some, his hands meeting together just underneath Jovanni's chin, his thumbs now lightly pressing against the corners of his lips.

It was rare she allowed herself to get this frustrated , yet staring down at the page in her notebook that was now utterly covered in scribbles to the point it had almost turned completely black from how much she'd crossed out, the countless empty vials scattered around and long since burned out candles that had become little more than puddles of wax ... Days of work amounted to nothing .

Picking up one of the vials it was simply tossed aside, shattering against a nearby bookcase as she buried her face in her hands.

JESTER MERELY BLINKS as a vial whizzes past his face, shattering against the bookcase behind him. He peers at the broken glass upon the floor and, without being prompted, begins to slowly pick up the pieces of glass and clean up the mess. "I take it you're having a bit of an off day." It wasn't really posed as a question, coming across more as a general statement in which to allow Ambriel to vent her frustrations if she so feels like it. Once discarding the glass, he makes his way over and gently sets his hands upon her shoulders, fingers already massaging the tense muscles that clearly needed some much-needed attention.

"I THINK YOU should take a break- No, you will take a break." Jester's hands slide down her front and come to settle upon her thighs, the front half of his body having bent over enough so he's now staring her in the face, upside down. Long purple hair cascades like rows of lilacs, a few strands curling towards his eyes; a slight glow of violet highlights his features. Like this, it was as if they were temporarily stashed away in their own little world, which was broken by Jester lifting himself back up so he could grab the arms of Ambriel's chair and turn it to face him.

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I was going to start on a art request someone sent me but I just saw that my tablet was at 1%...

GOD DAMMIT

So I guess. I have to just show what I was doing before it died.

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