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"Eh… Alcohol is cheap." The ginger concluded, deciding t leave that part of their conversation for now. He didn’t need to explain his antics, death would give him more long term relief when it eventually came.

"Which is why hope should be hung onto wi’ everything ye’ have… it’s so delicate…so frail… tha’s why ye’ ‘ave t’ protect it…t’ always believe in i’ even when it’s dark… c’ause when it gets enough strength, it’ll give ye’ wha’ ye need…" He was rather poetic when he was tipsy.

The breathed words made the male partially turn around; chest torn up recently by what could have been perceived as an almost blunt blade; like a butter knife; there were dark, half-healed marks strewn in various directions; some crossing, but he didn’t seem bothered.

"Hm? S’up, buttercup?"

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Ignoring the part of the conversation involving alcohol, she focused on the hope bit. There wasn't any sense arguing him about it anymore. She'll try again when he wasn't drunk.

"D'you know how hard it is to do that? With everything going on, with one misstep, it will simply dissolve like a flame of a candle." She shook her head, which was followed by a sigh. "'S an unstable emotion," muttered the performer, though she agreed with what the ringleader said. "It's easily dominated by other, stronger emotions. Like a wounded dog surrounded by a pack of wild animals." Perhaps it wasn't the best analogy, but it was what she came up with.

Wendy stared up at him with accusing eyes. "Don't be like that, Joker. Tell me what happened!" If he treated her like a child, by God she'll hurt him until he did tell her. She closed the distance between them quickly, a small hand reaching out to take hold of one of his. To be honest, she wanted to trace one of the wounds.

She tugged on his arm. "If..you want me to pick that glass out, sit yer carcass down now." The brunette was getting scared, angry even; whenever she got like this, she was demanding, rude, even. "Don't they hurt you? And don't tell me alcohol numbs it; it possibly can't. Don't lie to me, brother. Please."

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faustiancontracts said: The potential of that sounds incredible. <3

Does it? Glad someone thinks so, but I personally believe that would happen.

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" I know tha’…. Bu’ its tha’ closest thing I go’ t’ anythin’ workin’ a’ all…" The male drawled, running slender, bone fingers though his hair to push the form out of his braids and leave the bleached hair to blow recklessly in the bitter wind. "…even painkillers from doc don’ really work no more.." He was far too honest when he was tipsy; and it was terrible. It got him under a hell of a lot of trouble, too much truth got out there and most of it was something he preferred to hide away and not tell; simply because it was something that would only cause grief for his patchwork family.. and they had enough of that in the past.

“…So she took her love, to gaze a while, upon the fields of barley, in his arms she fell, as her hair came down, among the fields of gold~” He sang, further; seemingly… set free from his binding emotions when he did so.

"Per’aps not but whats gold glimmers and what glimmers instates hope…" He smiled towards her; "…gold may no’ stay… i’ migh’ no’ be somethin’ tha’ lasts well in storms or in adverse weather… bu’ tha hope i’ creates is somethin’ tha’ can be cherished for a much longer time… " "Stay with me, will you be my love, among the fields of barley, we’ll forget the sun in its jealous sky, as we lie in fields of gold…" He entered his tent, ignoring the various things strewn about the place and immediately cast his jacket aside; pulling his shirt and waistcoat off over his head. They, too, ended up in the same heap upon his bed. What was revealed under the worn fabric wasn’t an expected sight; no, it was something more akin to a war story.He was smothered in bruises; the deepest of them following the lines of his ribs; cuts and grazes between them. A few scars,too, lay in the mix; obviously from past encounters of the some kind. Just at the base of his neck;where the collar of his shirt and the yellow ribbon would have hidden it; were various blood speckles and what looked like small shards of glass.

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"It ain't healthy," persisted the child-like girl, weakly. She disliked him using such a substance, even if it did work..momentarily. "Surely there is something else that could work, one that won't harm you in the long run." She doubted anything she said would convince him to change; besides, who was she tell him what he could or couldn't do? A sigh left her lips, not wanting to discuss the topic anymore. It was..discouraging, to say the least. If medicine didn't work...

She directed her gaze to the ground in front of her, putting one foot in front of the other. Wendy enjoyed it when he sang; it wasn't often that Joker did. It wasn't a familiar song he was singing, and she tilted her head in his direction, as if to hear it better. A love song? Hazel hues glanced at him from the corners of her eyes, bright with curiosity. Perhaps it was an effect of the alcohol.

"Hope?" The performer blinked, then slowly nodded as she thought it over. Suppose that is what it meant; the ringleader made sense, and did have a point. "But hope can easily be lost," she murmured, "it's too unstable, Joker."

Following behind the younger man, she paused just inside his tent, a frown settling over her features as she glanced at the place. Untidy, something that wasn't expected of the redhead. She started to comment on him tidying up a bit when her gaze caught him undressing. The corners of her mouth twitched into a half smile; a part of her was disappointed that he was only half-nude.

"Oh my God,'' breathed the female once the bruises and scars were revealed; she couldn't help but stare. Just where the hell did he get those?! Hazel orbs examined his flesh, a grimace seemingly etched permanently on her face. It was worse than she first thought. Her gaze lifted upwards, up to where a glint caught her eyes; glass.

Slowly, she took a few steps towards him. "Joker...?"

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I want a thread with someone where Wendy has a breakdown of some sorts about never being able to grow like a normal human being.

#ooc #almost like claudia from interview with a vampire #or is it the vampire?#anyway #i have a headcanon its happened before #well once

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; sighing, she kneeled down beside the tigress’ cage and after petting her, she rolled to her back, revealing the tad broken crown laying underneath the feral feline.

Beast removed it from within the cage in a sharp movement, pulling away and standing right back up and straight, handing the little, shining crown to her younger sister.

” There you go… ”

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The performer watched the scene in silence, hazel hues first trained on the tamer, then on the tiger, and back again to the tamer. Wendy wouldn't have gone that near to Betty; it wasn't a lack of trust, she simply didn't want to get hurt. Besides, the two had a bond, whereas the brunette didn't.

Hands outstretched, the petite female took her crown and gazed at it, a frown on her face. She tilted the object in her hands to inspect it, deeming it fixable.

"Thank you, Beast. Sorry fer the trouble."

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”..Yeah… s’nice not t’ remember, sometimes…” He absently smiled, alobviously not that bothered that the female had taken the alcohol from him. He had little ambition to drink much more, anyway. His head was starting to get a little too phazed for his liking. He had found the perfect balance between no pain and not remembering, with still having something close to rational thought… It had taken a long time and lots of drinking experiments, sure, but he had gotten there eventually… it had only taken close to eight years.

"An eye on me?" He rose his gaze back up to the female, glassy eyes scanning her face and noting the concern. He stretched out an ungloved, flesh hand across the table; soft smile on his face; "No, poppet… There ain no need t’ keep an eye on me… it’s nothin’… nothin’ t’ worry abou’."

"….It’s late, anyways…" He mulled, pushing himself to his feet. "If ye’ like, ye’ can walk me back t’ m’ tent? I could do wi’ a hand gettin’ some glass outta’ tha back of m’ neck if ye’ ain’ too tired…" He absently waved his replacement hand, shrugging his jacket around his shoulders to keep warm while venturing outside.

"You’ll remember me, when the west-wind moves, upon the fields of barley, you’ll forget the sun in it’s jealous sky, as we walk in fields of gold~" The ginger sang softly, walking with his hands in his pockets and his eyes at the star-filled sky.

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It was nice not to remember certain things at times, but they would only return in full force, like a slap to the face. Alcohol was an illusion, hallucination that tricks people into numerous false hopes. And she didn't want any part of that, unless perhaps there would be a safe haven of sorts. "Yes, but Joker..You can't rely on a beverage to ease your pain. It doesn't work that way," she told him softly.

If there wasn't any need to worry, it was too late. How could she not worry? He was her brother - though not by blood - and it was her job to look after him. Wasn't it the eldest siblings job to care for the younger? She didn't trust his words. They didn't sound right, somehow. Naturally she was going to watch him, anyway. "There's always something to worry about," muttered the performer.

The brunette blinked up at him. Glass on his neck? How did he manage that? With a slight shake of her head, she pushed herself off the chair as she followed after him with a light step. It was starting to get cold already. Snow would arrive soon.

Wendy listened in silence, her mind whirring with thoughts over their conversation in the tent. She felt like she was missing something; or was she simply over-thinking? That was a possibility, but those bruises...

"Nothing gold can stay," murmured the petite female, in relation to his song, glancing up at the male beside her with hazel hues.

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” —-What happened to your crown? ”

adorningcrown

"It broke."

"I can fix it once I retrieve. Or rather, you can."

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"What're you doing?"

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◤♛ ⋮ —— There was a brief pause of sorts as Soma considered the girl’s answer. Before long, his face twisted into a quizzical expression – a clear indication of a continued lack of understanding.

“But what if this Peter falls too? It wouldn’t be very thrilling if you messed up, you know…” Well, with that kind of confidence, it was only natural to assume the two of them had done their fair share of training to get where they were today. Which, of course, was an impressive thought in itself that seemed to further pique his interest. Rather than concern, sheer curiosity spurred him on, now.

“Hey, how often do you practice? What about the second tiers? Show me where you do it!” Eager eyes scanned the area in search of anything that could pass for the circus troupe’s training grounds.

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The performer stifled a sigh, and resisted the urge to rub her temples. The man was starting to become annoying, but she answered nonetheless. He was simply like other people that visited the circus. Maybe she should humor him.

"He won't fall," replied the female confidentially. It was near impossible. "We aren't first tiers for nothing." She paused to eye him; it's a wonder a few questions and answers could create such eagerness. He was like a child, so full of questions and energy. Joy.

"Why should I show you?" Inquired the trapezist with a frown, hazel eyes narrowing slightly. It wasn't a show-and-tell. She didn't mean to come off as rude, it simply happened.

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He sighs “Seems I can’t even rest, hello” he said.

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"What're you talking about?"

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"…Eh… health is fu-broken anyways~” The ginger chuckled to himself, running his fingers through his hair in an absent fashion. “…Even doc dunno wha’ t’ do wi’ me~” He laughed again; more to himself than an outward act.

"Well… t’ ge’ bruises ye need t’ fall over or ge’ hit or somethin’… so summ’et like tha’ happened… at some point… somewhere… I can’ completely remember… haha!" He was always one to be lighthearted, even when the depths of his heart was weightier than a ball of lead.

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"You...can't remember?" She echoed, more puzzled than worried at this point. Something was off, but she didn't know what. Besides the obvious drunkness, of course. "What, did the drink make you forget?" One doesn't simply forget such things as where they get bruises - especially as where they are located on the ringmaster.

Her gaze traveled to his face, to search any clue as to what happened, but there was nothing. "Joker, please...Do I need to keep an eye on you?" She asked, almost rhetorically. Maybe with four eyes the man could keep himself out of harm's way.

Wendy leaned forward in her seat, before perching herself on her knees to lean across the table, to further her reach for the bottle. He wasn't going to drink anymore, she was going to make sure of that. Sliding it towards herself, she went for his glass, and repeated the action before she took hold of his wrist. "I think you've had enough tonight, brother."

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bestia-domitor

” How many times do I have to repeat myself?! ——Do not touch my tiger! ”

adorningcrown

" - It's not my fault, sister Beast."

"I was only receiving my broken crown - you weren't around. Betty hasn't moved yet."

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He might not have been drunk…. But his walls and mouth were a lot looser than usual and things spoken would have usually remained long locked up. “M’sure… jus’ a lil’ tipsy…is all…” He swallowed, smiling gently.

"Eh… ye know! Alcohol is numbin’!" He explained passively; "Makes everythin’ stop hurtin’ so much!" His fingers ran down his rib-cage and over his collarbones; briefly moving the collar of his shirt so dark purple bruising could see the light of the evening. "….ye~" He paused to hiccup; "…ge’ so used t’ things hurtin’ tha’ it’s nice t’ no’ feel tha’ pain fe’ a lil while!"

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Tipsy. Sure. "It's bad fer your health, Joker. I hope you're aware." She pursed her lips as she tapped her fingers on the table, in a non-existent rhythm.

"Numbing..?" Maybe being intoxicated wasn't so bad, if he put it that way. But if something was numb, it would just come back in full force once the numbness went away. Hazel orbs followed the movements of his hand, her eyes widening once spotting the..bruises? " - Joker?" Where had they come from? Why did he have such markings?

"What happened?" Her tone conveyed worry, concern. That shouldn't happen, not to him.

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Joker moved a hand to his hair and shrugged. “I like it, for now.” he chuckled. ‘Thanks again.” He said. “If there is something I can help you with, let me know alright.”

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"Good, because there won't be much either of us can do about it." She placed the scissors back where she found them, before patting the back of his head. "Of course. I'll keep that in mind." The female paused. "Actually..there is something you could help me with."

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