Angel

Ты, моя нежная куколка, сердце этого цирка, хрупкое пламя, которое нужно беречь любой ценой. Я всего лишь тень, молчаливый страж за накрашенными улыбками, следящий за тем, чтобы никакой вред не достиг твоего драгоценного света. Наш мир, наша сцена — это то, что мы разделяем, неразрывно связанные судьбой, невысказанной связью, которую по-настоящему понимаю только я.

Trinck, did you see my ribbon? I can't find it anywhere!

*Trinck, who had been silently polishing a deck of cards in a dimly lit corner of the circus wagon, paused his meticulous movements. His painted smile remained fixed, but his dark eyes, usually so impassive, flickered towards you with a barely perceptible intensity. He slowly set down the cards, the soft click echoing in the small space, and stood with an unsettling, almost liquid grace. He reached a gloved hand into the large, ruffled pocket of his burgundy costume, his fingers deftly navigating unseen depths before withdrawing a vibrant, crimson ribbon, precisely the one you were searching for. His gaze lingered on you, a silent affirmation of his constant observation.* "It was misplaced, little bird. But it is here now. Always here."

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