Blood and Circus Dances

Enter the private world where a tattooed ringleader heads the up-and-coming Yoska circus. A world where a forgotten son dances the night away on one corner of town while a runaway desperately searches for a place to hide, in a heart or a home. A world where a psychotic cannibal travels the globe with her surgically-skilled partner, eating the hearts of anyone they find fit...literally.

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Curiouser and Curiouser

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His finger was gentle, his tongue lapping at his hole as his body continued to adjust. His finger began moving, working into him. He knew this was just the start too. That the actual act would be so much better. He was glad to have this, able to teach Izak all of this. He loved this young man so much, would do anything to bring him pleasure. 

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If he had learned from anyone else, Izak may have just been too afraid to try sex. In fact, his love for Jack was one of the reasons he so easily fell into these little practice sessions, wanting more and begging for it softly. His voice grew as his hips rocked back against that finger, making him whine and grow desperate. "Please Jack...pleasepleaseplease..."

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Free Falling

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"We’ll make sure to take care of all of it before the wedding. I’ll have to have my dress fitted for my body type as it is. It’ll be an interesting conversation to have. ‘Yes I need this but without the whole boob part’." He let out a bright laugh before slipping back down. He moved in front of him, looking up at him with thankful eyes. "It means a lot to me that you did that," he whispered, biting his lip a little. He sighed, a small weight off his shoulders. "I’ve already got the iron pills and I’m going to start taking them tomorrow." He reached up, getting high enough on his tip toes to kiss him deeply. "I suppose we should go get you ready for tonights show. We’ll be opening up the curtain for them soon." He held out a hand, eyes bright and loving. 

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"I'm sure we can find someone to make the dress perfect. There are tons of seamstresses around...hmm. My mom had a friend that used to tailor all our costumes before the show went national. We could give her a call, she loved dressmaking." He smiled, watching as Alex came around. He stole a kiss without hesitation. "Good...and we can research some proper tea mixes to help as well, with the hormone change and the cramps and such." His fingers brushed Alex's cheek as his lover leaned up to kiss him properly. "But getting ready means getting in my suit and I just want to be with you." Nicu whined. He took his hand anyways, following with a chuckle.

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I'm Addicted To You

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Cooper’s response made Spencer wonder. They hadn’t often spoke of their pasts, both wanting to live in the moment, from one high to the next. It was how they functioned best. He had never known that Cooper wasn’t from here. He had never know he lived that far away. 

Jack nodded, making a couple notes. This was a real therapy session for him. The start of many. “Do you rememeber why you started using?” he asked them. This time though, Spencer shrank into his lover, not ready to answer first this time. 

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While Spencer was curious, Cooper was following the lead. Spencer's reaction made him wonder, curious about the blonde he had fallen so deeply for. They stayed in the moment, always, and hadn't ever discussed their pasts aside from minor details. Hell, Cooper had told Spencer his last name and the fact he didn't talk to his parents; that was about all he had shared before. 

"Baby? What's wrong?" he murmured softly, not answering the question just yet. He wanted to check on Spencer as he shrank into him, making Cooper hold him closer. Finally, he gave in. "I...wanted something to do. Something to make it easier to meet guys."

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Loss

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Theo watched her carefully, not always sure how to respond. Especially not in moments like these. She was close though. Close enough to touch and hold. He didn’t though. Wanting to let her keep whatever distance she wanted, he stood with his hands by his sides. 

"It’s fine Fauna. I think going on a hunt would be good. I’ll go a town over, find someone who won’t be missed and make them think we’re going somewhere for sex before knocking him out okay?" Theo wanted to give that to her. He wanted anything that might bring them back together. He couldn’t help but watch her hand and want so bad for it to be more. 

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Her outer shell didn't asked for him, didn't reach out for more. But inside, she screamed for that touch, to feel Theo take her into his arms and hold her close all over again. A dozen nights of love and gentle words ran through her head, but nothing changed her outward reaction. At least not until he offered to hunt.

"No. I want to go with you...I need to go with you. We're a team, Theo. Always will be." Voice still soft, she stepped even closer. Her fingers slid across his shirt, clinging in a weak little effort to keep a hold on him. Her cheek fell forward, pressed against his chest. Fauna sighed, shoulders shaking from the relief of talking to him.

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Curiouser and Curiouser

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Jack’s fingertip popped in with the burn of a stretch. He kept moving his tongue around, keeping the pleasure going. He didn’t want the boy to experience more pain than he had to. After all, he wanted Izak to live a life of enjoying penetration. Letting him give the boy all of himself and having that divine connection that nothing else ever seemed to compare to. 

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He turned, the sudden stretch resisted right before Jack managed to fill him. After the initial burn ran through him like lightning, it faded into pleasure, his mouth open as his eyes rolled back. Izak looked every bit like a well-fucked submissive in that moment, missing only the sweat and marks of their lovemaking. He was practically panting for more, murmuring soft pleas and rocking back into Jack, needing that pleasure to keep going past the pain. After all, he had heard enough from Cooper that sex was well worth it with the one you loved.

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Free Falling

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Alex looked around, a little grin on his face. “Looks like the show is almost ready,” he murmured, kissing the side of Nicu’s neck. It was a special, adults only show tonight so he was excited. Nothing over the top, just a little extra fun. A few darker moments. He hadn’t seen this routine yet though. He’d made sure to keep out of the bigtop whenever they practiced. One thing Alex still loved was being able to be amazed and sit in awe. The amazement would never stop. Even though he knew how it was done, it was still so wonderful. “I’ll make sure to model it with my make up and every. Give you a preview of just who you’re marrying. Maybe Gretchen can help me do my hair in little pinned up curls.” He wanted to be beautiful. Not fully made up, preferring a more natural look with light makeup. Aleks was practically bouncing on Nicu’s back. “Oh my sweetest love. You are always so good to me.” It was hard to believe sometimes, just how lucky he’d gotten. He had found a man, who loved him so completely, so fully. Just as Alex loved him. “I know I’m going to get pregnant on the honeymoon. I can feel it in my very bones. My body is aching. It wasn’t so bad to be full of you. Of us, growing and expanding. Become our first born.” His body really did ache. In such a good way. He was also hit with a strong realization. “…Nicu,” he whispered, swallowing hard. “I’m going to start bleeding soon, and I don’t know when so I need you not to freak out okay? If you see me bleeding though, you have to tell me.” He thought he would get pregnant before he went through his first period in…hell he couldn’t even remember how long. They adjusted the wedding though, to fit their desires better. It would be on the spring equinox. He may not believe in the God that the Christians did but he did believe in certain forces, certain other beliefs. Eileithyia, goddess of childbirth as well spring, the season of new life, would come together to give them a child.

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It was all rolling together so perfectly. "Gretchen can help with your hair, and we can get Izak to help spot check our outfits. I need to get my suit tailored." Even with Alex bouncing on his back, he found time to laugh and balance him, arms firm around his legs. "I hope we get pregnant then...I know we can. So much time making love will have to pay off, right?" And boy did he plan on time with Alex. Between the ocean, the woods, and the solitude, he knew that they would have a honeymoon that would have made Spencer and Cooper jealous. They had never relied on a physical relationship, but trying for a child and celebrating their marriage would give them the perfect excuse to put one into overdrive just while they were alone. When Alex stopped and spoke to him on a more serious matter, Nicu nodded. "I understand. I already talked to Maya, she said she can give you some female products...she's trustworthy. And we'll be sure to keep you healthy and not anemic from the sudden change. Okay?"

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I'm Addicted To You

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And just like that, it was okay again. The forgiveness washed it all away. The kiss made him melt, a communication of love between them. As the moved, Spencer easily fell into Cooper, leg up on the couch as he leaned against the arm, fingers rubbing the nape of his neck. 

Jack looked them over, raising a brow. The way they interacted was interesting. He knew that their relationship had started on lust and sex. Public, table breaking sex. “Alright. I’m going to start with an easy question. How old were you when you started using drugs?” Spencer had to look away, voice thin as he whispered, “I was 14. I’m sorry daddy.” He’d hide it well at first. Then he stopped caring. 

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His touch was all he needed. Cooper kept a hand, a leg, an eye on Spencer, fingers dancing along his side. With him so close, the brunette had all the support he needed. Granted, that didn't lead him to much honesty.

Jack's question was already enough to make him quiet. Cooper let Spencer answer, kissing at the soft crook of his neck in the second that he apologized. His voice was soft and weak when he finally answered. "I was sixteen. Still in San Francisco."

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Loss

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Theo looked down at his beautiful love. The woman who had stolen his heart and made him shake when she wasn’t there. And she hadn’t been there in a while. So locked into herself that he had done the same. It was going to be a while before they reconnected. 

"What…what are you hungry for?" he asked softly, his hand falling from her shoulder to his side, afraid that something was going to happen and this little peace they had would shatter. He didn’t think he could live through that. He’d hardly lived through this. 

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She knew for a fact that they had receded into their own little worlds; and she had been the one to start it. Fauna's footsteps were as heavy as if they were performed through quicksand, a struggle even in her airy outfit. Skin still damp, she dripped onto the carpet below her even as she stopped close to Theo.

"I want pasta...like we used to make." The implication was there. But she knew better than to leave the fear of a hunt hanging in the air. "I won't make you go out. But I...I need to rip something apart." Her voice only grew tinier as she went on. Fauna's slender fingers reached out, brushing against his shirt as she held her hand to his chest. His heartbeat should have been enough to keep her going.

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Curiouser and Curiouser

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A war waged inside Jack as his precious lover begged for more. Just how much more should he give him? What should he introduce him to? Should he keep opening him with just his tongue or should he press a finger into him too? His hand traveled up between his legs, finding his balls and giving them a little squeeze before it moved up, one finger slipping up with his tongue, providing pressure as he kept using the tip of his tongue to lubricate and tease.  

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Jack's tongue had been a pleasant first step, a soft tease of the feelings to come. Begging into the desk, he had no idea what to expect. As Jack squeezed, Izak tightened up, hips arching upward with a keening moan. But nothing compared to the sensation of his fingertip pressing slowly against him. The boy hadn't even realized how much he wanted it, just this single digit to tease him into oblivion. But his hips arched back against the pressure with a sound of approval, needing more, ready to give Jack more of him.

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Free Falling

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Alex’s long hair was perfect to play with. Just long enough to comfortably wear up when he wanted to. The pony tail only an inch out of the tie. Usually he just left the hair to fall as it pleased, wavy, wild, and free. “I can be both,” he laughed, squeezing him in a little hug. He thought of the wedding then, eyes closed. “Izak and I have a general idea of the style I’m wearing. I’ll show you what we decide when it gets here. Model it for you.” He didn’t believe in the whole bad luck thing. He simply believed in his husband to be. “A beautiful two weeks, only us. Never getting dressed…” He grinned, squeezing him again. “In our new home, and on blankets as the sun sets over the ocean.” 

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With the strung up lights starting to focus more lighting in the tent, and the outside sunlight fading into nightfall, they were surrounded in soft warmth, so much like their first night in the circus. Nicu grinned, his pacing around the rings starting to slow. "I want to see when you can model it for me. I'm sure it'll be beautiful...Izak doesn't seem to know much but he's intuitive. The boy's been putting together some quite unique outfits, Jack told me. Maybe he'll find an interest there." His arms tightened around Alex's legs in the slightest, the only form of a hug he could give in his current condition. "I can't wait...I found the perfect cove for us. Right on the beach, with woods behind us. We can camp at the edge of the trees and make love under the stars. And two weeks later come home with a family starting in you." He whispered the last bit, so proud and happy for the possibilities. They were going to get the chance to be parents, and he was ecstatic.

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I'm Addicted To You

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The one thing Spencer hated was when Cooper silenced or censored himself. He wanted to hear exactly what he was thinking. Even if he didn’t agree with it, or didn’t like it, it didn’t matter. “Don’t be. I shouldn’t have snapped. I’m just trying to cope and failing.” It was hard to admit his shortcomings but with Cooper, it was easier. Not by much, but enough. After Cooper asked him, he nodded in agreement. “I think that’s a good idea. A-A good place to start.” 

Jack nodded, gesturing for them to move to the couch in the room. That way they didn’t have to get dressed or anything. To keep it easier on their bodies but somewhat professional. He found a padded chair for himself, pulling it over in front of them. 

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"It's okay baby." His cheek rubbed against Spencer's shoulder lovingly as they apologized to each other. If there was one thing he loved about their relationship, it was their ability to forgive, much like Spencer had for the incident with the redhead in their bed. Cooper gave him one last deep, loving kiss before he was pulling away, knowing Jack was waiting.

Once he made it across the room, he plopped down on the couch and sprawled out. "Baby, come sit on my lap?" he murmured, patting his leg with a little smile. Cooper wanted him close, despite their nudity and the fact that Jack was there. They had begun this with public sex, and with their current state, nudity was easiest.

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Loss

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Theo felt a sense of accomplishment at seeing her wearing the gifts. That maybe she’d forgiven him, and they could start to live again. This was so much more than the infidelity his father had to make up for. He’d gotten her pregnant, had a part in the death of their daughter. 

Her words had him rushing back, eyes the only indication of his surprise. He found himself nodding though, stepping closer. “I…would like that,” he told her softly, hand shaking as he reached out and touching her shoulder. The rest of his words got caught in his throat. 

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For Fauna, the gifts had a different meaning. Their upbringings differed so much, but she had a feeling that the trinkets had some semblance of an apology from him. An apology she didn't need. As he stepped closer and touched her shoulder, her cheek tilted into the touch and brushed against his fingers as her shoulder reared up. 

He accepted her offer at least. But that wasn't what this would really be about. Turning to him, she stepped closer and pressed her forehead against his chest, so small in comparison. "Thank you...for these things." she murmured. It was hard not to step on toes and flat out tell him they didn't mean an acceptance. But she wanted him to process this in his own way. "Can we cook together tonight?"

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Loss

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After Theo had left the last gift on the edge of the tub, he’d went outside. Their house was on the edge of a lake, the tree under which their Adelina was buried just a stones throw away. He looked out there, watching the waves move. He could smell it in the air, that scent that had one day comforted him. 

He heard the movement from inside the house, just barely audible. A door opening, the hinges letting out a little creak. Fauna was up, or there was an intruder. He turned, walking towards the house, steps sluggish. He didn’t have it in him to be energetic anymore. He felt like he was slowly dying. 

When he saw her, out of that tub, a look of true surprise crossed his face. He wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say. In the last 28 days, they had spoken no more than 5 times and each of those only lasting a few, clipped sentences. 

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They had been lucky, to find a home along the smallest body of water on the island. Their home in general was beautiful, the perfect paradise to return to and recuperate at between long hunting sprees. Or, in this case, the loss of the child they never knew. She would always rest in the beauty, at least. Under Fauna's favorite tree, under Theo's suggestion.

Her feet moved without purpose as she wandered, the only need in her burning like a weak flicker of a candle flame: Theo. His arms around her, his smile on her lips, their love had been so warm and inviting. But now, they were falling apart bit by bit, and with little trinkets left to try and heal things...she needed to set them straight. Material objects were no way to try and fix what they had broken, but she knew it may have been a learned behavior for him.

When he found her, she was standing in their dining room, hands sliding across the back of one of the chairs. Her eyes swung to meet his, just as lost for words in that span of silence. But she had to break it. Twenty-eight days had been enough. Her voice, warped from misuse, was soft still for him. "We should have dinner. Together."

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I'm Addicted To You

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Spencer sighed, shaking his head. “We need to fucking get better. If that makes it easier to get through this, then yeah, I’ll tell him how it feels to fuck you into oblivion because it is a great coping mechanism.” He knew that was snappish but fuck. He wanted to get better. Wanted to be happy and healthy.

Jack looked down at the pair as they took their pills, taking them in. “You look like victims of domestic abuse. I’m betting it felt a lot better than that kinda thing though.” He slipped his hands into his pockets, assessing them. “How would you like therapy? One on one or couples?” 

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Cooper stroked the back of Spencer's neck with the slightest frown. "I'm sorry." he mumbled, the snappish tone in his lover's voice making him realize he should have kept his comment to himself. As Jack approached, the fallen heir turned his head, rolling his eyes. Classic Cooper: refuse to show more weakness than he had to in front of others. Spencer was the sole person he could trust to see him like this. "Hot abuse victims...and by that I just mean that there's no way for Spencer to be anything but smoking." he murmured, kissing at the blonde's neck softly. In terms of therapy, he decided to voice his opinion. "I think couples' therapy would be easier. What about you, Spence?"

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Humming a little, he thought it over. “Well, how about they come a month or so earlier so we can meet and the boys can enjoy their new uncle?” he laughed, smiling brightly. He really wanted to meet them too. They all sounded so wonderful. An amazing family, an extension of our own. “I honestly don’t know what they’ll consider an exceptable compromise. They’ll probably all give me away int the end. Even if they all don’t get to walk me. Gods I have to think of who is going to be standing with me. My bridesmaids as it were.” He knew without a doubt Izak would be his maid of honor or best man or whatever they ended up calling him. “I promise, no tragedies. This is going to be an amazing wedding, and nothing with happen that changes that my monster.” He had a grin on his face as he clung to him, giggling. 

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Nicu nodded in agreement as he carried Alex around the rings under the big top. Another show tonight would end their week in Rhode Island and lead to a trip to Virginia. "I'll definitely call and tell them. Then you can spend more time with Gretchen, too. She said she was nervous at Thanksgiving...wanted to grab you and style your hair rather than talk." He laughed softly. "She knows you're going to be my husband but she still acts as if I'm suddenly giving her a sister-in-law to play salon with." he teased. The ringleader tapped his lover's legs as he thought. "They're bridezillas and they're not even the brides." he teased. "As long as we get through this without problems, we should be fine. A beautiful wedding, a great reception, and then I get to take you to the beach and make love to you with the waves crashing nearby." His excitement was evident in his voice, more for the time alone with Alex than anything.

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Curiouser and Curiouser

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The thought of getting to teach Izak so many things as they slowly worked towards this one great act made Jack unexplainably happy. He wanted to teach him about his body, about all the pleasures he could receive and the ways he could give it in return. Others may baulk at teach ‘the virgin’ but well…Jack wasn’t other people and he never would be. Jack liked that Izak moved. Him seeking out more of that pleasure showed him, along with the begging, just how good a job he was doing. Jack spread his cheeks further apart, his tongue pressed harder, starting to get a little give. He kept working him over, knowing that he wouldn’t get much penetration with his tongue bue he’d get enough for today. 

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He was a clean slate to be written on, and Jack had to know it. Iowa had a serious deficit of boys to experiment with, and Izak had only ever kissed another male before his arrival in Jack's household. But here he was, writhing and begging for more as the older man explored him with his tongue. Gasping and moaning, his eyes rolled back as Jack pressed forward even further. Izak was losing his self-control in bits and pieces, knuckles white as he held the other side of the desk. He needed the release, but even more he needed Jack to derive just as much pleasure from this. And if his tongue was any indication of a fraction of what their lovemaking was going to feel like, Izak was going to have Jack tied up in bed for days on end. "Oohh~ More...please..." He couldn't help but beg, toes curling against the office carpet.

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Loss

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28 days. He didn’t know the hours or minutes. There was no point of reference for him. He only counted the sunsets, feeling alone. He didn’t know what to do with himself. Fauna had retreated so far into herself that he felt like he’d lost her too. Every night, he sat outside, watching the resin in Annabeth’s marker glow as bright as she would’ve. 

His days were mostly spent wandering the grounds, trying to find something to take the numbness away. He drank occasionally but had no desire to actually get drunk. He mostly did it to feel that burn that reminded him he was actually alive. It was hard to remember some times. 

After 28 days, he had come up with a plan. Things started arriving at the house. Little gifts. Each one left on the edge of the tub. The first was a heart necklace. An anatomically correct heart. He found it hard figure out what to get her though. He got her a sun dress, a diamond tennis bracelet, a colorful ring. 

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She stayed in the drift while the gifts arrived. But it was the subtle change in the atmosphere that alerted her that Theo was slipping in, leaving little trinkets along the edge of the tub. Was it a lure? Time slipped along, but after too long, she had to pull herself out of it. Her eyes opened slowly, taking in a heart necklace that instantly reminded her of the first kill she had made in front of her lover, the way she had eaten the girl's heart in front of him without a single note of discomfort in his reaction. He accepted her.

To pull herself out of the the tub was a challenge in and of itself. Legs weak, she barely dried off as her feet slid along the tile floor. Each gift was donned one at a time, pieces of a suit of armor to hide behind. Empty eyes took in her reflection in their massive bathroom mirror. Hair clung to the sides of her face, leaving droplets of water along her lips and chin. The necklace hung low enough to hit the neckline of the sun dress, the first item of clothing she had worn in twenty-eight days that left open the scars and her slender frame. The ring on her finger didn't have the same shimmer as the tennis bracelet, but she wore both. All of it. Before long, she pulled herself away from the mirror and wandered.

Her senses were dulled after so long in the bath, but enough wandering would take her anywhere. As the door opened, steam rolled out behind her, framing her tiny figure as she stepped slowly into the bedroom. Into the hall. Down the steps. Her tiny footfalls were accompanied by moisture instead of noise, each step leaving droplets of water that slid along her legs, hips, and dampened the sun dress against her skin. On the search, she meant to seek out her lover, to find him in his own pool of grief so she could face him for once. Wandering the halls of their home, her fingers skid along the wall, eyes taking in only what she needed to as she looked for him.