"Oh?" The Harlequin purred, resting his chin atop of the back of his hand. "That's cute. I would love to see what you pushing back entails, dearest creature." | cont. from. . . @ciircusfreaks
red eyes did a trailing once over of the clown before him - raking from the top of his split green hat all the way to his pointed boots. & then back again, to that "masked" face. with no further preamble, eris crowded into the harlequin's space.
one taut arm barred him in on one side, palm firmly planted against the wall of the trailer behind the clown ; whilst eris' other hand brazenly rested along the clown's waist. with an intense stare upwards, eris' heated expression betrayed little of what was going through his mind. even with their height difference, & harlequin nearly two heads taller than him, eris didn't seem at all deterred from taking the lead in whatever game the clown had been trying to play with him.
"what else would it be," he tipped his head to one side, lowering his voice until it came out barely above a husky whisper. "but this..?" his gaze seemed to flick over the length of harlequin's face; making a show of his own predatory gaze. "you keep vying for my attention. . ." his fingers pressed tighter, his own sharp nails grazing the fabric of the entertainer's costume. "it's. cute." the word was thrown back at harlequin, his lips very faintly pulling over his teeth at one side ; his canines were sharper than your average human's. catlike, even.
"but i think you may have overestimated yourself."


















