before i make my request, i read your idea of caine suddenly turning human, and i was internally squealing the whole time. *ishowspeed audio* awwww...so cute...so cute...🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
i wanted to request another human!caine type of fic, but it's sort of open-ended, so if you write it, you can kind of do whatever you want (smut, fluff, angst, blah blah blah).
imagine you all miraculously escape the digital circus. by some unexplainable forces of the science-fiction variety, caine leaves with you and has to now live in a human body. you and the rest of your former inmates decide the ringmaster should remain in your care. luckily, it's kind of nice having him around while you readjust to the real world.
i'm not sure what else to write past that point, but sighhhh, isn't caine so the type of guy to dance with you in the kitchen to the classics?
*nods* so cute...socute
But he is the kind of guy to greet you when you come back home from a long day of work. A flower appears in his hand that you're never sure where he gets them from. It's forgotten on the floor as he quickly drags you inside, he's ecstatic to have you back.
He leads you deeper into your house wordlessly. The ambience of your home is far different from a time where he wasn't here.
Its warm, decorated yet neat. His trinkets and props are decorated around your home partially as pure decor and deeply as memento to a simpler time. A time that he knows was not meant to last.
You don't even notice the music playing in your living room until it fills your ears with its soft melody. You don't know when or where he got a old radio from but it plays majestically. You can't control your face fast enough to not let a look of surprise cross it.
His laugher calls your heart, he's laughing at you, at your reaction and all you can do is smirk back at him. Smacking his arm lightly and smoothly he drags your hand back into his.
He holds you tight and gentle.
His hand leads you like a carousel, simple, mindless, and innocent. A machine that wants to show you the world.
The other holds you from your back, gently parading you around for no ones eyes to see. There's barely any thought behind the way he spins and dances with you and yet you can't help but fall for him all over again.
He's a hopeless romantic when he sees that shine in your eyes, his own reflects back the same glint. He's weak to it while you burn to it. The shine that stares only at him. Not at his designs or how he performs but for him. It makes his knees buckle, mind blanking as he accidentally steps on your foot.
There's an almost instinctual panic before he hears the sound of your cheerful laughter. He swears he hears wedding bells.
He wouldn't trade it for the world.
