#luxdraco

[meteorcoyote]

luxdraco replied to your post “ So yer name is really Mace? What a shitty life ya must have-- ”

... " Yer name is now Mace- " S T I N G

“MY NAME ISN’T FUCKING MACE YOU RETARDED LITTLE CAT!”

[meteorcoyote]

" So yer name is really Mace? What a shitty life ya must have-- "

“My name is Maeve, May-ve. You know.. the name of a Fairy Queen of lore.. Are you really that stupid?” She scowled at the other.

[meteorcoyote]

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To: Weirdo

[Text]: Maeve...

[Text]: How did you get this number?

[Text]: Why would you call someone spooky pants anyway?

[lunecii]

luxdraco sent me her URL via text because she couldn’t get to her computer so I did the thing and wheezes. 

here it is

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luxdraco replied to your post:“Why is it my little bubeleh can’t even do his...

“ Dad!! ”

“What?”

[galaxiai-blog]

luxdraco:

How long has he been in this place? Being tortured in this circus for other peoples amusement. It was hell and Sting was ready to bail. But he couldn’t, no matter how strong he really was they always made to sure beat him out of an inch of his life so he couldn’t escape.

Now, he just lay on the floor of his cage, eyes closed. He was awake, definitely awake. But he just so exhausted, and thankfully he had no show for the next few nights but that didn’t mean his wounds would be healed by then.

The sudden noise of footsteps has his eyes snap open immediately, though he is too weak to actually lift his head. He just glares at the blonde female who enters the tent, letting out a soft growl.

         “ What the fuck do you want.. “

          How awful...      As a child, she’d always loved the circus. It had been a place that smelled of food      she wasn’t allowed to eat and a source of true entertainment. All the performers      had seemed so happy, so free. She’d envied them that freedom, would’ve given      ANYTHING to feel as free as they looked.

        So of course, when she’d heard the circus was coming to town         she’d been overjoyed; she’d even bought tickets in advance!         But the first night of performances hadn’t been what she          remembered. The performers had seemed unhappy, the          animals had seemed unfriendly, and the ringmaster had         come off as cruel.

               Only one act had truly caught her attention. A blonde man who acted                alongside a dark haired guy. Their performance wasn’t anything                particularly grandiose, but something about the blonde man had                 caught her attention. It’d only been after the first night while she’d                 been laying in her bed that she’d realized. 

           He’d been covered in bruises and cuts.

                    Oh yes they’d been concealed just fine, she’d only recognized them                     for what they were because for years and years she’d worn the                      very same appearance. A slight blotchiness to the skin. It was                      bruising, she was almost positive. But she had to be sure.

                 So the next night, after the show, she’d stuck around.                  After everyone had left she’d moved from tent to tent,                  looking for her fellow blondie. What she’d seen before                  she discovered him had been awful enough. Miserable                  performers moping about, some bruised, some                  maimed. It’d been awful, but she’d kept moving.                  And now--now she’d found who she was looking for.

   And it’s a sight so horrible she actually has to fight the urge to wretch    into the barrel not so far away. The bruises and cuts are so much     worse without the makeup hiding them away. Some cuts look to be    infected, others like they’ve been torn open just as they’ve begun to    heal.

                         She has to help. There’s just no way she can leave him like                          this. No way any human being could leave him like this.                          So she takes a few cautious steps toward him, only for him                          to GROWL at her.

             RUDE.

                              “Well I was going to offer to patch you up and see about                               busting you out but if you’re gonna be an asshole I’ll                               rethink it.”                               No, she would actually help him either way. Still, he had                               to respect her.

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