Tragically Beautiful.

She will constantly feel as if she is walking on sharp knives; Juana | 18 | Freakshow Dependent APH Philippines RP blog for CircusTalia

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[balloon-intheclouds-blog]

"Who's that?" She inquired, peeking over his shoulder.

Having been lost in thought, it took Paco a moment to glance up and reply. “Oh!” He held up the photo he was holding. “My siblings! All seven of them.”

[balloon-intheclouds-blog]

healing–tears:

“Oh.” Her expression mellowed a bit, “I’m sure they must miss you…” She mused, keeping her gaze on the photograph.

“Hm…” Paco paused, still smiling, but it was a bit of a more bittersweet expression now. “I do hope they miss me. Because I miss them!” He laughed. “And that is what family does when they are apart– they miss each other.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

Juana flinched and rubbed her forearm. "Must be nice, then..." She spoke softly, still smiling but with a look of sadness in her eyes.

[a-quote-per-day]

I’d rather bend than break.

Kai of EXO (via a-quote-per-day)

[healing--tears-blog1]

[balloon-intheclouds-blog]

"Who's that?" She inquired, peeking over his shoulder.

Having been lost in thought, it took Paco a moment to glance up and reply. “Oh!” He held up the photo he was holding. “My siblings! All seven of them.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

balloon-intheclouds:

Francisco laughed. “Sí! I am the eldest of eight children. We are a large, happy family.” He smiled softly. “This was taken on my brother’s eighteenth birthday, shortly before I left home.”

“Oh.” Her expression mellowed a bit, “I’m sure they must miss you…” She mused, keeping her gaze on the photograph.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

He wiped the sweat from his face as he tried to pretend he didn’t just choke on a scream. Stupid nightmares. “Y-Yeah…Don’t worry I’m fine.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

flames-and-ashes:

“Alexander. Everyone calls me Alex though.” He smiled, mentally cheering himself on for that save. “Been here long?”

“Nice to meet you, Alex. I’m Juana.” She smiled back at him, not realizing his smile wasn’t necessarily for her.

She shook her head. “Well, no; I just–” She drowned and sniffed the air, “Is that…smoke?”

[tinytundratiger-blog]

Oh no--you're hurt...

“I-I’m fine…”

His voice came out a tiny grumble and he glared at the ground, sniffling. Somehow, the boy had managed to scrape up his knees, likely from running about. It hurt, but he was trying his best to not show it.

[healing--tears-blog1]

tinytundratiger:

“Woooow…” Örjan’s eyes were sparkling, fascinated by what he was learning. “That’s so cool! I’ve never met a mermaid before. Mama never mentioned anything about them. I can transform too! But I become a tiger, not a mermaid.”

He was so cute, she felt like she was going to melt. She giggled, “I’m glad to have that honor, then. I’ve never met a tiger before.” Well, she’d seen them at some sideshows (of course she wasn’t a patron of those, but another exhibit) though she’d never gotten close to them. They always looked sad and unhealthy, cramped in their tiny cages. Like how they both were as well.

“What’s your name, little tiger?”

[chordsandchaos-blog1]

She gasped lightly, "You’re an artist."

Roderich, having just finished a song on his violin, turned around with a start, not having noticed anyone approaching. He opened his mouth to talk, but unfortunately his curse was still in affect and would be for another five minutes or so.

So he just smiled, giving a small nod of thanks, hoping his appearance wouldn’t scare her away. 

[healing--tears-blog1]

chordsandchaos:

Roderich smiled softly. “It takes a while to learn to read it, but once you know it, it isn’t so hard.” He gathered some of the paper together, starting to organize them. “I certainly hope it’s lovely. I want people to enjoy it, after all.”

She laughed lightly, “At the end of the day, you just want people to appreciate what you play. It just proves that you’re good, even if your appearance might seem intimidating to most.”

[im-musing-blog]

but

                      the truth is                                                                    there’s nothing                                                                                                           special about me

[farraige-domhain-blog]

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

He wiped the sweat from his face as he tried to pretend he didn’t just choke on a scream. Stupid nightmares. “Y-Yeah…Don’t worry I’m fine.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

flames-and-ashes:

“I don’t. Ever.” He sipped the water lightly, trying to get the image of his mother’s dead out out of his skull. She blamed him for everything. I was all his fault. “I’ll be fine. Really.”

She merely nodded in response. He was understandably hesitant to open up to someone new. But even if Juana didn’t know him that well, she could clearly see that whatever his nightmare was still bothered him. She had to find a roundabout way to try to tackle it.

“I kind of..wanted to walk around a bit, but I was afraid I’d get in trouble–could you come with me? I mean, if there were two of us, then maybe one of us could sort of act..like a look-out.” A walk around might clear his head; plus framing it in such a way that she was asking for his help might make him more receptive.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

He nodded and got up, stretching. “Yeah. A walk sounds nice.” He could even maybe light something on fire to calm his nerves down. It definitely helped him a great deal…Plus he could maybe light something of Viktor’s on fire too.

[healing--tears-blog1]

The defiant little glint in his eye totally escaped her notice. Juana had no idea that he was cooking up a plan that could get the both of them in more trouble than she had initially expected.

“Right then.” She began to walk out of the tent, in no particular direction. It was just so they could clear their heads, after all.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

He followed behind, feeling more relaxed when they were out in the open. A genuine smile even worked it’s way to his features as they went. He was also throwing tiny fireballs at things to light them up but the other didn’t need to know about that.

[healing--tears-blog1]

Although she tried to keep her watch on him in her periphery, she somehow failed to notice that he was setting things on fire. In fact, when an ember caught on her skirt, she barely batted an eyelash, merely walking on.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

He did notice that and quickly tried to put it out, deciding the fires he already started was enough. “Sorry. Bug.” Hopefully that worked.

[healing--tears-blog1]

If Juana were in another universe wherein she was more familiar with human norms, she would probably have hit him for doing something that was just almost lifting her skirt.

…Luckily for him, she was oblivious. She turned to him with a grateful smile, “Thanks, umm…” A pause, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name?”

[statocnost-blog]

"I don’t have a father."

Damek blinks once, looking surprised for a brief moment, “I’m sorry to hear. I shouldn’t have asked,” He pauses, his expression shifting to a hesitant smile, “But surely, there were others? Other mermaids?”

[statocnost-blog]

Damek hums, tapping his fingers against the leg he’s brought up to rest on the bottom edge of her tank. There’s a few things whirring through his mind at her last statement. Things aren’t good. Them being bad is relative. But still, he can’t just let her walk into this all blind.

“Thank you, Miss. You’re a welcome bit of sunshine around these parts as well,” He pauses, expression sobering, “Though I will warn you that not everything that happens here is pleasant. Keep your guard up around the ringmaster.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

The gravity in his tone, a contrast to his usual lighthearted countenance, gives her the impression that she should take heed of whatever warning he was to give her. She nods gravely in response.

"You can just call me Juana." She lets her smile return, shooting a fond glance at his proximity. If he feels comfortable enough to act that close to her, then she should reciprocate that, right? It wasn't bad, anyway; rather pleasant. It felt nice to have someone show consider her a friend and not a prisoner or pet.

"And, thank you for the advice; but I can't help but ask...Why?"

[un-coeurelastique-blog]

“ love is about sacrifice. it’s about putting someone else’s needs and happiness before your own.”

Oh- well, Josephine had seen that first hand. With a very soft smile, she watched the other carefully, voice fragile, “you’re right, but love is also about compromise. Why sacrifice everything when you can have a chance to keep it?”

[healing--tears-blog1]

un-coeurelastique:

With a light smile, Josephine chuckled, “I’m a dancer, I’m pretty early in the show.”

A slight pause, “and no need to say sorry! It’s alright to ask questions. There’s a lot of people in the circus, it’s not really possible to know everyone inside out- I certainly don’t!” And that was true, for Josephine had been quite shy and quiet when she’d first come here. She’d kept everyone at arms length, but now she was comfortable, at least enough to start talking to people with little to no fear.

Brown eyes lit up. /A dancer!/ Juana hadn’t the chance to see her, specifically, but she was always captivated by how much control they had over their bodies. Admittedly, the mermaid had a fascination with how people could move so beautifully on legs, something she wished to mimic although it was difficult for her. It must be exhilarating to be capable of that.

She smiled gratefully at the blonde, though her embarrassment was still evident in how she was slightly flushed.

“Thanks for understanding, it really hasn’t been that long since I’ve joined, but I’ve found that it’s not hard to warm up to people here. And you’re really nice.” But Juana felt from her mannerisms that she was rather timid, so she tried to match the mood. “What..kind of dance do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”

[farraige-domhain-blog]

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

He wiped the sweat from his face as he tried to pretend he didn’t just choke on a scream. Stupid nightmares. “Y-Yeah…Don’t worry I’m fine.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

flames-and-ashes:

“I don’t. Ever.” He sipped the water lightly, trying to get the image of his mother’s dead out out of his skull. She blamed him for everything. I was all his fault. “I’ll be fine. Really.”

She merely nodded in response. He was understandably hesitant to open up to someone new. But even if Juana didn’t know him that well, she could clearly see that whatever his nightmare was still bothered him. She had to find a roundabout way to try to tackle it.

“I kind of..wanted to walk around a bit, but I was afraid I’d get in trouble–could you come with me? I mean, if there were two of us, then maybe one of us could sort of act..like a look-out.” A walk around might clear his head; plus framing it in such a way that she was asking for his help might make him more receptive.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

He nodded and got up, stretching. “Yeah. A walk sounds nice.” He could even maybe light something on fire to calm his nerves down. It definitely helped him a great deal…Plus he could maybe light something of Viktor’s on fire too.

[healing--tears-blog1]

The defiant little glint in his eye totally escaped her notice. Juana had no idea that he was cooking up a plan that could get the both of them in more trouble than she had initially expected.

“Right then.” She began to walk out of the tent, in no particular direction. It was just so they could clear their heads, after all.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

He followed behind, feeling more relaxed when they were out in the open. A genuine smile even worked it’s way to his features as they went. He was also throwing tiny fireballs at things to light them up but the other didn’t need to know about that.

[healing--tears-blog1]

Although she tried to keep her watch on him in her periphery, she somehow failed to notice that he was setting things on fire. In fact, when an ember caught on her skirt, she barely batted an eyelash, merely walking on.

[balloon-intheclouds-blog]

"Who's that?" She inquired, peeking over his shoulder.

Having been lost in thought, it took Paco a moment to glance up and reply. “Oh!” He held up the photo he was holding. “My siblings! All seven of them.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

"Whoa," Juana breathed in amazement. "all of them???" They were so many, she couldn't quite wrap her mind around it.

Her eyes softened as she examined the picture further. "You all look so happy here..."

[un-coeurelastique-blog]

“ love is about sacrifice. it’s about putting someone else’s needs and happiness before your own.”

Oh- well, Josephine had seen that first hand. With a very soft smile, she watched the other carefully, voice fragile, “you’re right, but love is also about compromise. Why sacrifice everything when you can have a chance to keep it?”

[healing--tears-blog1]

un-coeurelastique:

Josephine nodded, almost matching the dreamily sigh, wishing that she would one day find that kind of love. Yet, as much as Josephine was idealistic, she was also drawn back down to earth by the realism of her life.

“Someone is out there like that,” she mentioned, “it just takes time to find them.”

Juana looked into the other’s eyes with a hopeful but sad smile, “You..really think so?” She crossed her arms on the rim of her tank and leaned on them, reflecting on the topic.

“I’m sorry, I was just..sharing my thoughts, I guess.” Evidently, it was a bit too painful for the both of them to think about it, so she decided to steer the conversation away. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you or anything.”

[un-coeurelastique-blog]

Josephine looked away from the other, a half smile still present on her features, as she nodded, “I really think so.”

At Jauna’s latter comment, Josephine simply shook her head, “you’ve not interrupted me, I’m just walking around to pass time. Place can be awful lonely sometimes…”

[healing--tears-blog1]

Juana nodded sympathetically. "Right..many people find themselves doing the same." She's seen quite the few pass by, idly trying to pass the time until the next show, perhaps.

"But it's nice when we get to talk to others, I think." She tried to recall the blonde's act. "Ah, I'm so sorry--what do you do, again?"

[healing--tears-blog1]

❛ Killing time is one of my specialities. ❜

Juana could relate. Hours upon days of simply being gazed upon had made her an expert in escaping through her mind.

“..How do you do it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Wouldn’t hurt to exchange strategies, especially when they had down time, say, while travelling.

[mxdnight-sun-blog]

With all of the things Meg did to keep herself busy over the several thousand years she had been alive, there was one phrase to sum it all up.

She stretched her legs in front of her, flexing her talons as she spoke. “People watching, mostly. Humans certainly are interesting, yes?”

[healing--tears-blog1]

Juana paused to consider it. "People watching, huh.." She could relate...somewhat, but not quite. She was used to people watching her all day, not the other way around.

"I..guess you could say that?" Something in the way the blonde said it made her seem so detached. "But I like to talk to people when I can, personally."

[farraige-domhain-blog]

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

He wiped the sweat from his face as he tried to pretend he didn’t just choke on a scream. Stupid nightmares. “Y-Yeah…Don’t worry I’m fine.”

[healing--tears-blog1]

flames-and-ashes:

“I don’t. Ever.” He sipped the water lightly, trying to get the image of his mother’s dead out out of his skull. She blamed him for everything. I was all his fault. “I’ll be fine. Really.”

She merely nodded in response. He was understandably hesitant to open up to someone new. But even if Juana didn’t know him that well, she could clearly see that whatever his nightmare was still bothered him. She had to find a roundabout way to try to tackle it.

“I kind of..wanted to walk around a bit, but I was afraid I’d get in trouble–could you come with me? I mean, if there were two of us, then maybe one of us could sort of act..like a look-out.” A walk around might clear his head; plus framing it in such a way that she was asking for his help might make him more receptive.

[farraige-domhain-blog]

He nodded and got up, stretching. “Yeah. A walk sounds nice.” He could even maybe light something on fire to calm his nerves down. It definitely helped him a great deal…Plus he could maybe light something of Viktor’s on fire too.

[healing--tears-blog1]

The defiant little glint in his eye totally escaped her notice. Juana had no idea that he was cooking up a plan that could get the both of them in more trouble than she had initially expected.

"Right then." She began to walk out of the tent, in no particular direction. It was just so they could clear their heads, after all.