#jester.

I would draw jestar on ANYTHING.

Oh yeah and the design of the circus tent ^^

they lay curled, tangled, blankets piled over top. it’s cold here in xhorhas, but no colder than kamordah, and not cold enough to impact jester. still, it’s easier to say she needs the extra warmth than to admit that really she just wants the weight of jester there beside her. the presence of her.... 

it’s become habit now, but she wonders if jester would still agree to it if she knew the truth.

even with her friend’s back to her she can tell she’s awake, hear the uneven shifts of breath and the absence of soft snores. it seems they all struggle to sleep these days.

it’s been a long time since either of her parents looked at her or touched her with kindness, but still a memory lingers; her sick in bed and her mother’s fingers through her hair. she’d fallen asleep so quickly. had been almost mad at herself for missing so much of that gentleness. 

beau hesitates for just a moment, but then reaches out, her hand finding soft blue locks, brushing through so carefully. it doesn’t come natural to her to be tender, warm, but she hopes she can do this at least, can maybe just help jester sleep. 

she wants to be softer. 

for her. 

DEF jackal from NiGHTS