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❖ │ He’s been sat in the mess hall for what felt like FOREVER, making idle conversation with various performers. They’d come and go but he remained glued to the fragile wooden chair. A figure darkens the doorway, one he’s not familiar with but has head all too much about. The dead man walking. His stark appearance, albeit unsettling, could not overpower how timid is petite frame came across. If anything that made him all the more TRAGIC in the magician’s eyes. 

An eyebrow raised curiously. “Hey there, I’m Dodie.” He swivels around in his chair, throwing a leg over the warped wooden arm. He hadn’t yet gotten the chance to see what Higure could really do, but there would plenty of time to find out later. No need to waste precious time with stupid questions. “I was wondering when I’d be able to bump into you. How long’ve you been here?” 

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Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒ: ⁽⁽ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵃᵘ. ⁾⁾

  ℌ𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔨𝔢𝔭𝔱 his head low as he read through a book that was placed in his open palms. ℌ𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 a page and cleared his throat, “Nₒt much…” ℌ𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔡, keeping his gaze focused on the contents of his book.

  𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 a fair distance between the two, Higure being on the sofa, it seemed as though he had not even stood up when his guardian walked through the door, he was just fine on his own, “Schₒₒl’s fine.” ℌ𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡, flipping another page of his book, before sliding in a bookmark to hold the spot where he stopped and look up at the older man.

  “Hₒw were yₒur lectures?”

       “my lectures went very well, thank you.”

        the lack of eye contact, poor responses and avoiding the OBVIOUS elephant in the room made Everette’s lip twitch. unhooking the buttons of his jacket, the man stepped around the sofa and folded his jacket up over his favoured armchair. he turned to Higure, fingers rubbing his palms (a habit he had when having to face one of Higure’s moods.)

       “Hatta told me about your acting out,” swallowing the tension in his throat, Everette folded his arms again. “you’ve been... bullying someone? or is it a crush? either way, it’s not uncommon to act out to others, especially at your age.” wetting his lips, he bent his knees and perched himself on the edge of the coffee table, hands falling between his knees.         “do you wanna explain the story to me, Higure?”

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       he’s been staring for the past ten minutes now. an hour had passed since he set up this tea party and look ! no one had shown.

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                             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. “

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Omg Dodie N O

will he ever learn when to stop talking? stay tuned to find out!

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          “have you heard?” Everette calls, walking across the scattered assortments of carpets, wheels and props. honestly, the whole place looked like a mess - or so any COMMONER would assume. here, with this kind of atmosphere, Everette was proud to call it home. taking a seat at the long table in the centre of the grassy plains, he hands Higure a bowl of stew and sets his own bowl down in front of him. “we have a new member to our troupe settling in.”

         reaching for the bread basket, he breaks a bun in half and hands a piece to the boy. “you promise you won’t encourage him too much?” (at this rate, Everette only hoped the new arrival did not encourage Higure. GOD WILLING.) should behaviour such as that get too much recognition; well... the ringmaster may very well have to step in and discipline the whole group. he shakes his head. it’s better not to think about that.                                                  “our family keeps getting bigger and bigger, hm?”

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✏ - Telling stories with them (Rufus)

AFFECTION MEME

           ❖ │ He’s gotten so carried away with whispering hushed tales underneath a blanket fort. Tales of dragons in faraway lands solving local murder mysteries (yes, those genres intertwine so perfectly). The candles burn low and it’s Dodie’s turn to push the story into its final act. His eyes wide with youthful joy while his contractor maintains stoic, focused, and direct. Devoted to the role. “Weary hero, lay your head to rest.” He begins, mocking the voice of an ancient, grieving dragon. “Our work is almost complete and you’ve done far too much.” He switches to a low whisper. “The dragon releases a fiery breath that engulfs the detective. Alas… he has a final sentiment to share. ‘My soul will forever be indebted to you’, he croaks out before his eyes close forever.” Dodie blinks slowly, stalling with a deep breath. “The ancient beast doesn’t dare look back at the charred body. She trudges forward… illuminated by moonlight. The milkmaid will take care of the rest. This retched land has nothing to offer beasts like her. It is finally time to sleep.” 

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“ I have gone to the forest. ”

CLASSIC LIT STARTERS 

          ❖ │ "That must have been a very exciting journey. Although, it is dangerous to be out there alone." His eyes flick past the shorter chain, and his mind wanders to the discoveries he must have made. He considers a chance at a practical joke. Images of rustling leaves and vicious shadows threaten to push their way into reality, always accompanied by the Hare's goofy face filled with fear. How cruel! He attempts to scold himself. "Allow me to accompany you next time, Haigha. We can tell ghost stories and cook smores. Maybe we could spook a servant?" Callous plans begin to effortlessly replace themselves with lighthearted fun, and the chain's pensive gaze replaces itself with a charming smile.