Author's Note: Oh, hello there! So, I'm a pretty big Cirque fan - I have been for the past ten years. :D This silly little piece came from a comic a friend of mine drew two years ago (I put the link in my profile). As always, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque du Soleil, or anything related to it. I can just wish. C:
The Trickster was not happy. His visit to the human world was not going as planned. In fact, it was going rather horribly; he was in a stranger's home and his wand was missing. The man's colorful face twitched as his lips turned into a sneer, white eyes narrowing into slits. Luckily, he could sense the wand's presence somewhere in the house. And he was determined to find it, come hell or high water. So with a sharp rise of his chin and a tug at the red striped tie, Trickster strolled out of the living room.
'Well,' Trickster thought as he poked his head into a room, 'this is… interesting.' A short haired, blonde, young woman was sitting on her bed, eyes half lidded as she scanned the laptop screen seated in her lap. He stepped farther into the room, glancing over the brightly lit screen as he leaned over the girl's shoulder. But she didn't even seem to notice – she continued to type even as the bells tied to the tendrils of his hat jingled with every move. He could have chuckled at the sight. Technology, such a mind-numbing thing.
His lips turned up into a smile as he suddenly reached out and snatched the laptop from the woman's lap and snapped it close. THAT caught her attention; the girl's head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fright. It was reminiscent of the Innocent's reaction when he brought the youth to Kooza. Her cheeks reddened quickly as Trickster leaned in toward her and swung his left leg up and over her own, pressing his knee down on the comforter as he kept his right foot planted firmly on the ground. His trademark smirk spread over his lips as he flung the woman's laptop over his shoulder. "There's no need for that." He purred and lowered his hand toward her thigh, resting it on her bed sheets. The woman didn't dare move: she just sat still and watched the bright suited man like a deer caught in the headlights.
As his hand slid forward toward the pillows, his fingertips brushed over something cold… metallic… his wand! Trickster grasped the wand and yanked it up, inspecting it carefully. The woman glanced between the bemused face and the silver wand, lips parted as if she wanted to say something, though nothing came out. He gracefully swung his leg back over hers once more, standing up straight on his two feet next to her bed. After a quick smooth and tug on the front of his suit, Trickster was ready to take his leave. Not after giving the flustered woman one last smirk and a wink, before twirling with a few jingles and sauntering out of the room. The woman slumped forward and puffed her cheeks out, turning her head to give the man one last glance as he disappeared in the shadows of her hallway.
Trickster twirled his wand through his fingers and chuckled lightly to himself. Maybe, just maybe, this visit wasn't as horrible as first thought.