there's catastrophe in everything i'm touching

strange hungers (jax x ragatha, the amazing digital circus, rated: t)

At the sound of his voice, Gangle’s ribbons jerked themselves free of Ragatha’s hair, bundles of crimson yarn settling neatly back onto the doll’s shoulders. “Playing with Ragatha’s hair,” Pomni returned simply, grabbing a plastic brush sitting on the couch cushion by her hip and sidling over to take Gangle’s place. “I can see that,” Jax returned impatiently, even as his eyes couldn’t help but to be drawn to the repetitive motion of the brush as it passed through Ragatha’s woolen ringlets, watching dispassionately as the tight crimson coils unspooled beneath the weight of the bristles only to sproing back into place after Pomni pulled the brush away to begin the whole process anew. “Why are you doing it?”