#( threads. steve! )

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@woolfcried​ --- CECELIA.     STEVE SC.

     THE circus is better than anything steve ever could’ve dreamed up. he wanders through the round, winding paths, pausing to break out his sketch book at a particularly fascinating sight. statues brought to life by subtle movements, the immense, ornate bonfire crackling at the center of the circus. he stopped by a few tents, watching the performances with silent awe.

he’s studying the contortionist as he walks past, eyes wide at the display, when he bumps into someone. he glances down, steadying the person with a warm hand to the shoulder. “sorry about that miss.” he blinks at the woman, then baby blue eyes brighten with recognition. “oh !  you’re the illusionist from earlier !”

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@talktoten​ --- THE DOCTOR.     WISHLIST SC.     FROM HERE.

      “I had ‘em on the ropes.” steve’s voice is slightly nasal as he pinches his nose, trying to stop the blood dripping from it. he should know trying to stand up to bullies wouldn’t end well, but he can’t help himself. it’s not fair for some big, burly guys harassing some poor girl on the street. at least the man’s timely arrival stopped it from getting any worse, even though steve can’t decide if he should thank the man or scowl.

he shoots a glance at the thing the man emerged from. it’s a box  ( blue, steve thinks, though it’s hard to tell ), and he can only just make out the words POLICE BOX stenciled neatly on the side. “what is that ?”  he demands with more attitude than anyone his size should have. “i’ve never seen it around here before.”