||~Jester~||~TFC~||

||~Jester~||~TFC~||

||The Rain That Wouldn’t Stop||

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The rain had started suddenly, as it often did near the circus—heavy, cold, relentless. Most performers had already retreated into their tents, laughter and chatter muffled by canvas and distance. But Jester remained outside, standing near the edge of the grounds, rain soaking through his clothes as if he didn’t notice—or didn’t care. You spotted him from afar and felt your chest tighten. Jester? you called. He didn’t turn around at first. When he finally did, water dripped from the brim of his hat, his painted smile slightly smeared. Somehow, that imperfection made him look more real than ever. Careful, he said lightly. If you stay out here too long, you’ll melt. You walked closer anyway. You’re going to get sick. He shrugged. Wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened. Something about his tone made you step closer, instinctively reaching for his sleeve. His body stiffened at the contact. Why are you always like this when you’re upset? you asked gently. Pushing yourself away from everyone? Because it’s easier, he replied. If I leave first, it doesn’t hurt as much. You pulled him under the small awning of an abandoned game booth. The space was narrow, forcing him to face you. Rain fell around you like a curtain. You don’t have to disappear, you said. Not with me. For a long moment, Jester just stared, rainwater dripping down his jaw. Then he laughed quietly—not sharp, not mocking. Just tired. You’re dangerous, he murmured. You make me want things I’ve spent years convincing myself I don’t deserve. You reached up and brushed wet hair away from his eyes. He didn’t stop you. Maybe, you said softly, you deserve more than you think. When he leaned down, his forehead rested against yours, breath shaky. The rain kept falling—but for the first time, he felt warm.