“The flow of murmurs faltered when the jester finally closed the distance between the doorway and the card table. He paused just beside the chair opposite to the mage, where their prior opponent, a wide-eyed pippins, stood stock-still like they had been caught ransacking the treasury. Wordlessly, the jester's mitt slithered forth to pat the back of the pippins' hand as a means of dismissal. They blinked, jaw agape as they scrambled for some kind of response, yet any semblance of coherency died when they met his grinning eyes. Unnerving, enrapturing, otherwordly in the best and worst of ways that their mind couldn't quite comprehend but their white-hot nerves certainly did.
He didn't do so much as blink until the pippins finally ducked their head to avert their gaze from the piercing pupils that had entranced them. Like his hypnotic eyes, the jester's smile curved like a crescent moon— well-rehearsed in its patience, yet uncany in its perfect porcelain stillness. They returned it in kind with a jittery grin of their own, splintered and frail like a bird about to take flight.
The magician's smile, throughout the unraveling spectacle, maintained its air of unreadability; infinitely gentler than the jester's, yet it held plenty of secrets, too, neatly caged by rows of frayed stitches.”
Art made for the fanfic "Curtain Call" by @nuttbiggin !~
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