P R O M E T H E U S ( ᵃᶰᵃᵇᶤᵒᵘᶰ ) ‘’
for a painfully long moment, the being was silent. this choice was not an easy one to make: on a basic level, the life that barnum was offering should have sounded fantastic, but the being’s ears couldn’t stop ringing with howls of imagined laughter swirling around him like a swarm of hideous insects. if he joined the circus, he would have a roof over his head, three meals a day, and human company, but he would have to pay for that by putting himself out on a stage to be ridiculed and ogled night after night. in the best case scenario, laughing was all they would do; in the worst, he didn’t want to contemplate what actions they might take.
but perhaps it was time, he thought, for a change. he had been wandering the earth like some miserable ghost for the past five decades; the circus might not be ideal, but it would, at least, drag him out of the monotony of the life he’d been living. if nothing else, it would be a chance to start anew.
so, slowly, he rose to his feet. “ very well. ” he hesitated, grimaced, and then stuck out a withered, yellowish-brown hand for barnum to shake. “ i will stay for now, barnum, but i give you no promises. if i find myself dissatisfied with what you offer here, i will leave. do you consent to that? ”
HE THOUGHT HE'D HEARD THE TOLLING BELL, the herald of terrible omens. but after the storm, comes the silence ; And after the silence, comes the sun that chase away those thunders that strike the soul. He welcomes this newly found peace with opened arms, watching this peculiar man as his stubborness fades into irritation - nevertheless, he wouldn't call his lack of determination a defeat, on the contrary, it's a victory ( his own, of course, but one he shares with this stranger ).
PERHAPS, he'll one day see what kind of monster this one triumphed over : not the one he thought he was, but this beast that lurks within the heart of the pariahs, feasting on this loneliness it egoistically demands.This is a new day, a new covenant, leading a wanderer out of those darkness one's life might be surrounded by - and the Circus King celebrates it with a smile.
DESPITE THE BEING'S WARNING, a feeling of accomplishment overwhelms it, awaking this pride of his ( Far too great, far too dangerous ). In a man's bright future, he sees his ; Those endless days of summer that melt away the ice with their warmth ! And though egoism can be found in his humanity, the thrill to understand such a mysterious character somehow wins over his race to profits - what wonders, he think to himself, will this one make the world discover ?
QUICK ON HIS FEET, steps bringing him one more time closer to this towering creature, he shakes in the vice of his hand, not without a slight hesitation, parchment skin and elongated fingers. Hoping for his good intentions to transpire in this surprising contact, eyes bearing a sympathetic light looks up to those hues sunken into this disfigured face ( there is no more fear, no more disgust written upon his features ) —— I believe you won't be deceived ! Now, if you so wish, I could show you around, Mister ...Mister... How should I address you? “
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