uɹoɔıu∩ uɐɯnH ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾
he announces himself well with the sparkling hood made up of glistening stars and lace. it’s enough to conceal the horn peeking from the crown of his head; just enough to CONCEAL that ever shame of being a freak. ( oh, but he hides it so well behind his wicked painted lips. ) as he turns the corner, fingers ghosting over the drapes which barely cover his destination - a tent filled with low lights, costume pieces strewn across the floors. the little TRINKETS which framed their precious family. their precious CAGE.
“ how long until you’re called to the stage ? i had something to discuss with you; regarding your ATTITUDE, as of late. “
A deep sigh left the boy, the buttons on his thrilled shirt were loose, like most of his clothes, though the black trousers he pulled over his knees and tied at the waist. He looked up to the man who spoke, it seemed as though they never had a decent conversation these days due to the boy’s ATTITUDE, as Everette would put it.
“I’m nₒt the finishing act.” He muttered, tapping his watch, making sure it was working, “But I’m up next, did you want to talk now?” He glanced back at the man, but pursed his lips together, “Thₒugh I haven’t a clue what yₒu’re talking about.”
Well done, start the conversation with a lie.














