by Mousen » 08/25/2014 5:53 AM
Zari hurried after him, glaring at anyone who stared at Belias as he passed. As it turned out, she could do an awful lot of glaring when the need arose. Though, when the child burst into tears she swore under her breath. What stupid bloody parents. Surely, it didn't take two minutes to explain to your child that not everyone had the privilege of going through live untouched and un-scarred by it? There was people with worse injuries than Belias out there. She pushed through the crowd herself instead of following behind him, getting a few choice phrases muttered in her direction. "Sorry! Excuse me!"
She was next to Belias now, and tried to catch his gaze. "Belias, Belias. Talk to me." She frowned, dodging around a couple who were going in the opposite direction to them. They glared, but said nothing. "Listen. Screw 'em. It doesn't matter."
She grabbed his arm and pulled him down a smaller street. They were away from the main shops here, and it was just residential cottages. The cottages looked out onto a reasonably sized field, and it was on this field that the circus resided.
The Circus, which had gone by many names in it's history, now stood before them. A mixture of tents and caravans, old and new. The tents were striped, with black and then brighter, more vivid colours in between. The largest tent almost looked like it had stained glass in between the stripes, but the smaller tents were simpler in design. Apart from the black, they stuck to one colour, a pale pink, yellow or orange. Colours that couldn't help but remind you of the dawn.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.