#ask box open

☆Love language would be a mix of physical touch, quality time and gift giving.

☆He would be very touchy with you, whether you’re together or not. He’s just happy to have someone to hug and hold hands with. Because back at the circus…they don’t do all that.

☆If you’re not big on physical affection, he’d try his HARDEST not to get too touchy. You can blame him, he loves you. He’d get all giddy, excited and sometimes nervous when you DO touch him back. No one’s really touched him gently or with kindness before.

☆For quality time, it could be anything. But mainly it’s just trailing behind you like your shadow. Silently. Or sitting there and listening to you talk or rant. Just nodding along with a stupid grin on his face/mask.

☆Gift giving, obviously he’d give you roses and flowers and such. But he’d also bake for you. Give him your favorite sweet treat, and he’ll make it in 10 minutes. Probably 5 minutes.

☆He’d purr. You can’t change my mind. His purr would be quiet because he doesn’t talk often. BUT. BUT. When you two are alone, or he’s really happy his purrs are loud and deep.

☆I’d like to think his horns are very sensitive, especially around the base of them. So if you manage to convince him to take his hat off, he’d be nervous to let you touch them. But will MELT and whimper when you do touch them.

☆VERY protective of you. You’re the only person that shows him true kindness and love, so he’s protective. Harlequins around? He’s taking you and leaving. If he can’t do that? He’s glaring daggers at Harlequin, tense, ready to make a move if Harlequin gets to be too much.

☆He enjoys the size difference between you two. He’s a monster, he’s bound to be taller than you. So it always makes him feel good about himself knowing he’s bigger than you, can protect you.

☆Bouncing off that, I feel like he’d like to pick you up and carry you around. Especially when the circus is closed, he likes to carry you around. Worried Harlequin or Jester might take you to their tent or kick you out. He also just likes having you close and safe.

☆Has routine check ins on whether you’re eating and drinking. Will get really worried when you don’t eat or drink for a while and will cooking something for you. When you don’t eat it, or politely decline. He’ll be really worried and drag you to Doctor. Worried you’re broken.

☆On his break days, which he rarely has, or days where the Circus members just all need a break. He likes to hang around your work and watch. Or come on your balcony till you let him in, just wanting to be around you.

☆He has scars. All on his body. Mainly his back, from the abuse and whips from the previous circus he was at. They give him bad memories, flashbacks. So…He likes when you trace them. Calms him down. On some occasions he falls asleep on you.

☆On top of that, he doesn’t really get a lot of sleep at the circus. Harlequin with the fools, Jester with his demands and commands. So Pierrot WILL fall asleep on you. Whether it be stand up leaning against him. Or fully on top of you.

☆Masterlist☆

Tags: Idk...

You don't turn when he walks through the door. He is not greeted by a smile and the calling of his name from your treasured lips.

Not good.

What has he done? Has he upset you? Has one of his sons upset you? Why won't you look at him?

His approach is cautious and slow. Perhaps you simply don't hear him, too enraptured in whatever you're doing to register his presence. It's not completely unthinkable- especially if you were doing something that required complete focus. You would pay attention to him the moment you realized he was there-

Your eyes meet his for barely half a breath as soon as he moves into your line of sight, then they return to the dataslate in your hand. There is no greeting, no real acknowledgement of his presence besides the briefest of glances.

Had you- were you actually ignoring him?

An unpleasant feeling creeps through him. You never ignored him, not even when he ignored you. He didn't like it- he didn't like it at all.

He calls for you, receiving an idle 'hm?' in response.

He calls again.

"What is it?" You don't look up, merely swiping your finger across the screen, moving to a new section of whatever you were reading.

How- how dare you? He's never been more offended in his life- no enemy nor beast has ever rattled him like this.

"Hey! Woah!" You yelp in surprise when he shoves himself into your space. You scramble backwards on your shared bed, but he merely follows. He lays his whole weight on you, feeling only a little bad when you wheeze. You were smaller than him, he should be more gentle.

He presses his face into your chest and grumbles. You let out a short huff, wiggling under him to ease some of the strain his body puts on yours. He feels infintely better when a hand comes up to pet his hair.

"Yes, yes," You hum. "I missed you too."

He tilts his head up to look at you, eyes narrowing when he realizes you had once again picked up the dataslate and was continuing to read. Continuing to ignore.

Yes, technically he had your attention, but it was idle. You weren't actually giving him what he wanted. He grumbles more when you stop your petting, letting your hand rest upon his shoulder as if that were enough.

You were cruel. You should be thankful he loves you as much as he does.

He bumps his nose against your jaw, pressing a kiss onto soft skin, making you giggle.

"Lion, stop that, I'm reading," You say.

Not for long, he thinks. He was going to rid you of that wretched dataslate if it was the last thing he did. But he had to be careful about it- if he angered you, he'd end up kicked from his own bed and lose all the ground he's gained in the last handful of seconds.

So he waits like a beast stalking his prey. He lies with his head resting on your chest, taking in your scent, your warmth, feeling every shift of your body. You would give him an opening soon enough. There was no way you could really ignore him for long, not while he was so persistantly in your space.

"Liiioooonnnn," You whine as he presses another kiss to the underside of your jaw, pushing your head up and away from the stupid thing keeping you from giving him your focus. He simply grumbles in response, earning himself a sigh. But he feels it. It's the slightest of shifts, the smallest of movements. You're softening to him, leaving yourself open more and more to his coming attack.

The Lion allows another two entire minutes. 120 seconds, each counted deliberately and quietly within the confines of his mind.

Your arm slacks, tired from holding the dataslate up above his head, your grip on it finally loose enough. He waits until you lift the hand from his shoulder in order to scroll to a new section- then, he moves. Shoving himself up and a little more forward, using his body to knock the damned device from you, letting it clatter to the floor as you scramble to catch it.

"Hey hey hey! No! What are you- cut it out!" He ignores your pleas and painless whacks as he presses kiss after kiss to your face and throat.

you didn’t even need to check in to feel the heavy atmosphere pulling you down. It was like a storm had blown through, bringing everyone to a low level.

You reached the door leading into Caine’s office, you knocked and were met with more silence.

So you opened the door and peeked inside.

The room was way dimmer than usual, creating a soft shadow cast among the entire room.

And there sprawled on a black leather couch- Your ringmaster slumped against the comfortable black fabric.

His hat was crooked, and he faced the wall of the couch. It was odd seeing him so… low.

“Caine?” You called out, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind you.

Caine hummed, an almost digital sound vibrating from his chest. He turned his head towards you, jaws spreading open so he could peer at you with mitchmached eyes.

“Oh— hello dear” he murmurs, voice tired and drained. “I’ll be right with you if you need anything” he says on default, jaws shutting- gloved hand coming to lay on his teeth.

You smiled softly and walked over, taking a seat on the couch.

“Nope, just Checking In on you.”

This seems to peak his Interest. Caines jaws open, revealing his eyes that peer at you with curiosity.

“Checking in on.. me?” He mimics, sitting up.

You nod, “yeah, it’s… quiet, in the circus today. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Caine stares at you for a few seconds.

“Huh”

He shakes his head, sitting up more properly now. One leg crossed over the other, gloved hands resting on his knee.

“I’m sorry my beautiful butterfly, I’ve been feeling kind of down today” he begins, a sigh coming heavily off his chest.

“Everyone’s just been relentless recently.. just earlier I was arguing with zooble over my adventures- I had to separate gangle and Jax because Jax had broken her mask again- and-“ he takes a deep breath, putting his head in his hands. “It just feels like nobody appreciates anything I’m doing anymore..”

You shuffle a little closer, a hand coming onto his back. You start rubbing gentle circles into the fabric, hoping that this would comfort Caine just a little.

Caine hums, leaning into the touch.

“That’s nice..” he sighs.

“You take care of everyone else,” you begin, your hand moving to rub between his shoulders. “Let someone take care of you for once” you say, leaning over and pressing a soft peck to one of his bottom teeth- the canine to be exact.

Caine looks over at you again, unsure of the affection but impossible to move away. He watches as you move down the couch, placing your legs on the couch as well. You open your arms with a smile, inviting Caine over.

He’s hesitant at first, but you see how the exhaustion takes away all consideration- and he lays on your chest.

You wrap your arms around him as he wraps his around your waist.

His frame settled against you perfectly, like he was meant to be there. And perhaps he felt like he was.

“Oh” he mumbled, head nudging into you. “This.. this is nice. Your squishy, in a uh, good way”

You chuckle, hugging him closer. “Squishy?”

He nods, hugging you tighter.

You decide not to question it much, and instead you focus on enjoying this moment with Caine. Where he didn’t have to put on a mask- instead he could just relax and regain with you.

“If I may ask,” Caine begins, although unmoving from his spot. “Why exactly did you feel compelled to.. check on me?” He asks, just craning his head up to stare at you behind those gigantic teeth.

You think for a second, looking down at the ringmaster in your arms. Why exactly did you? You hummed before replying.

“You’re always taking care of us, Albeit not always the most efficiently.. you never get any sort of care back. I just thought you’d enjoy it.. plus, I like your company.”

Caine nods, before looking along the office walls.

“Yes but that is because it is my job, Dear. You have no compelling reason to be doing anything for me.”

You shrug, “does it really matter?”

“I guess not..” he replied.

You held him as close as you could, although you noticed how Caine never seemed to emanate any sort of warmth from himself. He wasn’t cold either, but it was noticeable.

However, Caine definitely noticed how warm you were. He noticed everything. In all of his time occupying this digital realm, he had never gotten so close to a member. And yet he got close with you.

And so you lay there in the dim light of the office, the once boisterous ringmaster completely quiet- soft, and wrapped around you.