Hi again! Here's the Night Circus fic I promised awhile ago. This is just going to be a bunch of drabbles, so I'm open to prompts and requests. Please review and tell me what you want!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Night Circus
The Circus has little place in daytime. It's not quite nocturnal, more, well, sad. It looks forsaken and empty from the outside, like it may crumble away in the sunshine. It looks curious. When it comes, many go to see just exactly how tall the acrobat tent is. And yes, it is very tall. The patrons collect before the circus is open, and very few people come late to the Circus first time. Those who have been before take the time from afar, to watch the lights crackle on over awed faces, bemused.
I watch from beneath the warm velvet curtain of the ticketmaster's skirt. I watch many feet pass us as the night progresses. My favorites are the small red boots that the little ones wear. Most often with a coat brushing their hems. I listen to the way the little ones wax on about the lights and the tents and how their mothers let them stay up late. It is almost always their first time.
My first time in the Circus was the night I was named. Girl and Boy named me Bootes. I was just a kit, then. I only remember the colors. Everyone that night was bright and lit-up. I fell asleep against Pavo and I remember the deep light of the Circus under the sky.
The Circus is like a filled chocolate. It's dark and monochromatic on the outside, and really, that outside goes for miles. But the inside in a tight warren of bright that takes all the color from the outside and reflects it on itsself. I can't say which I love more, so I like to stand at the border.