Circo De la Luna
I own nothing but no way in hell is this story going under hiatus.
Oh and happy Valentines' Day everyone.
"My dearest brother, why have you blindfolded me? Are you taking me to a far away place?"
"My sweetest wife, patient, you must be. It is far and will not be any nearer by haste. Trust me, you must. Don't you, dearest?"
"Of course, my husband, you are the best. Though I can smell the smoke and fire, I know your feelings for me are only of desire. Hatred burns strongly in the land, but all I need is your strong and steady hand. Though sulphur could wear down our seams and rocks rip us apart, I do not fear the danger since I own your heart."
"Oh thank you dear, love of my life and enchantress of my dreams. This trip to the volcano will not cause you to fear. Though we hate fire and the heat and desire cold and ice, I think you'll enjoy this banquet of spice."
"I will, since it is a surprise from you. I just wish the others had the chance to experience this too. Yet the others don't have that special someone."
"Their hearts are heavy and weigh a ton. Oh dear, oh dear. Love in our circus is quite a mess, the state of it is something to detest. For example: our acrobat, the woman of flight. Grounded despite her extraordinary might."
"She's torn and cannot decide where to go: to the sinful angel or the clown of shadow. Where does her heart lie? And to which must the woman neglect? Fear of favouring one is tormenting her, that much I can detect. She has always been one for compassion alone but she needs to be as cold as stone. For if she chooses with, not her brain, but her heart then the bonds between muscle, fire and steel will be torn apart. Dearest brother, isn't that a tragedy?"
"Of course sister, and it shouldn't be. Unfortunately, that's not all that is there. The angel and the clown both suffer and despair. Have you not seen the angel cry himself to sleep at night? Or have you not heard him scream when darkness consumes the light?"
"I have. I have. I've seen his wounds; rooted through bloody wings. He thinks that if he could remember certain things, he'd find his happiness. Yet you and I know that it is all an absolute mess."
"My wife is so smart; she knows the contents of his heart. He longs for that beautiful creature of air and though he has strong and fast wings, he'll never catch a single hair. For he respects the clown of the night, who follows her light from a distance."
"What can I say for that poor shady demon? He's not as innocent or care-free as he appears. He tries and tries so hard to keep himself apart but he keeps getting tangled with affairs of the heart. The fire-breather longs for him and will cater to his every whim yet he doesn't know, and if he does then this knowledge is some he doesn't show."
"The flame has no brain. Why can't he see that the way to be happy is to set the truth free? Can't he express that he is jealous over some and fearful of the others? He hides too much! Fire is not to be controlled and contained like a candle, being left on a wick to burn itself and die, but to be set free and to be spread."
"Lovers and liars. Liars and lovers. Our circus is filled with the two."
"Liars and lovers, lovers and liars. It's all so sadly true."
"Oh why my sister, why can't they have love and happiness both straight and true like us? Their weird love-triangle-with-an-extension-cord relationship is kind of a bust."
"Oh brother, you have such a humorous way of explaining. It's almost as hilarious as the witch who's always complaining."
"You mean the magician?"
"Of course! Nothing is more uproarious than that! She really was just a temper-throwing brat. She based her whole life around a silly idea, that killing the knife-thrower would make her cheer."
"When we go back, I guarantee, she'll be at the bedside of her enemy, reading some childish stories. She loves her sister so much so, she's just too proud to let her hatred go.
"But I suppose we must be fair... Even without insanity, the knives also simply give too much care."
"They're sharp and callous yet oh, so blunt. The knives that never succeed in her hunt. Here is her reality and there is a fantasy but she's got both so muddled up."
"Her love life is not much better: her heart is platonic for the witch, but let's not talk about her or wardrobes, let us see who she loves and will get her."
"She beats for the lion though they are friends and rivals that compete for the master. Won't this be a disaster? Two have fallen for the master! The master cares for no one but himself, he says! Yet they both want him to be their special someone."
"The lion does love the magician, though he saw the master first. Yet what is the worst is that he doesn't think he deserves either of them, he thinks he has to be completely human. Human. Human. Human. Isn't that always the case in the circus? How can we be completely human if we don't accept out differences. How do they not know how they identify? Why can't they be true to themselves? Why?"
"Sister, calm down. Watch your step. You don't want to make us fall on the ground. We're almost there so we must take care."
"I know, husband. I can feel the heat. My temper will cool, it is a simple feat. I only wish that our dearest mother could recover as easily. She is so down. She's crippled and frozen with a frown."
"Can you blame her? She has a broken heart. First her husband, then her son, now all of her other children are falling apart. Their injuries, their dilemma now was her fault. She cannot move on from the past and at last it is taking its toll. For our dearest mother released the beast, born from her own guilt and thought that she is needed the least. She feels like she's done nothing, even though she's been very involved with what's happening. She's tired and lonely."
"We must not forget the center of it all. Despite his facade and his strong guard, the ringmaster is depressed. What he'll do for the circus next is the real test."
"Yes. That is the test."
"Loves and Lies. Lies and Loves. What will succeed and what will help us proceed?"
"Now my wife, we're finally at the top of volcano. You may unveil your eyes now. Take off that cloth you despise and reveal your lovely eyes."
"Is this... Oh husband, you didn't have to do that! It's... It's... How ever did you manage to do this without my knowledge!"
"The lion helped me prepare this marvelous feast. When you were asleep, was when he hunted. It's a simple, romantic dinner for the two of us, like you always wanted."
"It's beautiful. My partner, I love you."
"I love you too, my partner. Your kisses are so sweet."
"It's younger than the other and not like 'that' one. Is this Charizard still alive?"
"You decide that. Here's the knife. Have some fun."
"I will, dearest! Watch the blade go! See how the blade run downs his neck? Hear how his screams crackle and die?"
"You have an excellent hand my sweet. Now shall we feast?"
"Happy Valentines' Day Popo. May eating this heart show our love and bind us together forever."
"Happy Valentines' Day Nana. Until death does us part."
The rebirth begins this Australian Autumn. Prepare yourselves for Arc 2.
Welcome to the revolution. The nightmare awaits.
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