#voice work

short little read of a script my dear friend @ru-miere wrote for me on the spot some nights ago!! i have fallen terribly in love with acting out my own version of pierrot, putting every ounce of my being into his obsessive behaviour, and... trying not to method act my way into drooling all over my microphone...

but i digress! please enjoy this audio and let me know how you feel about it! script under the cut:

The apartment is silent. The window, left cracked open just enough, shifts with a soft creak.

A pair of gloved hands slips inside first.

Then another.

A faint jingle of tiny bells echoes through the darkness.

Pierrot lands soundlessly on the floor, dusting off his sleeves as though entering through a window were the most natural thing in the world.

His painted smile never leaves.

He notices you asleep almost immediately.

“…There you are.”

His voice is barely above a whisper.

“I was wondering if you’d be dreaming about me tonight.”

He wanders through the room with idle curiosity, fingertips grazing the backs of chairs, bookshelves, picture frames.

“You really should lock your window.”

A quiet giggle.

“Not that it would’ve stopped me.”

He kneels beside the bed.

For a long moment…

He simply watches.

“…You look different when no one’s watching.”

Another pause.

“No pretending.”

“No brave face.”

“No little smiles for everyone else.”

His grin widens.

“I think I like this version best.”

His head tilts.

“I wonder what you’re dreaming about.”

“…Am I there?”

He studies your sleeping face as though committing every feature to memory.

“You know…”

“They think I’m obsessed.”

A soft laugh.

“They’re wrong.”

“They make it sound so… unhealthy.”

He brushes an invisible speck of dust from your blanket.

“I’m simply devoted.”

His expression briefly softens.

“I’ve learned your routine.”

“When you wake up.”

“When you leave.”

“When you come home.”

“When you forget to eat.”

“When you stare out the window.”

“I notice everything.”

Another delighted giggle escapes him.

“You’d be surprised how invisible a clown can be.”

He leans back in the chair beside your bed.

“I almost woke you.”

“I wanted to hear you say my name.”

“…But this…”

He smiles to himself.

“This is nice too.”

The room falls silent except for your breathing.

“…Sleep.”

“I’ll keep watch.”

“No one gets near you.”

“No one.”

His eyes drift toward the apartment door.

“If anyone tried…”

The smile on his painted face doesn’t change.

“…I’d make sure they never interrupted your sleep again.”

He lets out one last quiet laugh.

“So peaceful.”

“So trusting.”

“…You really do make it easy to adore you.”

🎪🎡Pierrot.~🎡🎪

Excuse my tail, this was a stream and I was wiggly