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Would Josiah be able to get behind all the inner workings that were happening outside his view? Outside most ones. Louis wasn't sure, but he nodded slowly. Josiah would never stop caring for him, not matter how he behaved, then, at least, Louis wanted his friend back, someone that could share the burdon with him. They've done so before, albeit not having many burdon as children. Louis never asked for his parents, now that he was older he questioned his heritage, but back then? Why would he have …

Louis wasn't sure if this situation was any better than Josiah being mad. Like this his friend would never get over the fact that Louis wasn't himself anymore and he'd never let him go. He would not leave this place, he would not flee and leave Louis behind, he'd never. Was there ever a chance of that happening? Probably not and maybe Louis was better of stopping to try to get Josiah to hate him. Then again, he'd always be frustrated and angry with Louis, after all he couldn't tell him what was …

Louis knew that him not being able to tell Josiah anything sucked, he knew it very well. He couldn't do anything about it and there was nothing else to do for him than to take Josiahs verbal beating. He was done telling him the same facts over and over again and he just kept on the floor with him, not looking at him most of the time. Maybe Louis was self serving and obsessed, maybe if he'd been less concerned about himself, Josiah wouldn't be here anymore. Maybe he'd be far away and safe, if Lou…

"I can't give you any answers!", Louis retaliated. What was he supposed to do? He knew what Josiah was truly after, but he couldn't give it to him. Louis couldn't change that, no matter how loud Josiah yelled, or how much he cried, or how often he'd punch Louis. He got pulled from the floor again, still not fighting Josiah off, who seemed unsure if he wanted to punch him again or not. Louis looked at him, waiting for what was to come next, knowing he had no answers for him. But he cared, he real…

Jo ich melde mich mal, ich hätte eine Frage die vielleicht eher philosophischer Natur ist, weil ich nicht erwarte, dass es darauf überhaupt eine richtige Antwort gibt. Ich beschäftige mich oft mit Storytelling und oft auch mehr mit Filmen als mit Büchern (Ich lese echt nicht viel, was ich ändern sollte...) Es gibt dann oft so ewig lange Analysen, die ich mir gerne ansehe, wo es dann nicht einmal unbedingt um die Story geht, sondern die Substory, das was zwischen den Zeilen steckt und so weiter. …

"There is nothing I can say that would make you listen at this point...", Louis mumbled, not expecting that it would make Josiah listen now. He was too angry and whatever Louis said, it was the wrong thing in his mind. The longer they talked the more angry Josiah got. It seemed like all of this was building up inside of him for a very long time, for three years maybe and at this point he just wanted to say something to hurt Louis. Maybe he wanted to see if he got a reaction, anything at all. "No…

"I said things after whatever...", Louis mumbled but Josiah just didn't want to listen, did he? He never wanted to listen or look slightly out of his little happy bubble. One fight and his whole world broke apart, going so far as to call all their time together a lie. They knew each other almost their whole life and yet he couldn't see what was right in front of him. "I care about you..." He refused to take Josiahs phantasies. "I am telling you to not be like that, because I don't want you to re…

"Whatever. People are used to my antics and I'm not unnecsassarly mean either. I realize I'm not liked and it is what it is, but you are not me. The children look up to you and the people we grew up with love you. Why would you throw all of that away because you are angry at me? You don't want to be like me, right? You hate me and your goal can't be to be the same.", Louis tried to argue. He didn't want Josiah to throw all he had away. Well in a way he wanted that, but it hurt him to see him be …

Josiah almost sounded jealous, but Louis couldn't figure out why. There was nothing to be jealous of, Josiah was the one with all the friends and people who admired him. He was the one that the children went to when they were scared, or hurt, or lonely. He was the one always laughing and smiling with everyone, while Louis cleaned up his messes. "I don't run around and yell at people. Not like that.", he answered calmly. There were those he avoided, those he maybe even detested, but he didn't ell…

Louis found Josiah by the cages, after all these years he still knew his friend well enough. Of course the greeting wasn't a warm one, but he didn't expect one either. Josiah remained mad, very much so and at this point Louis wasn't even sure exactly why he reacted this way. While Josiah sat in the cage with the snake crawling on top of him, Louis stayed outside, looking through the iron bars. It was a strange metaphor that wasn't totally lost on him, yet he wasn't sure who was locked up and who…

Louis sat there and he couldn't help but listen to the people talking about him and Josiah. He wondered if they always did, but only now decided to do ot this openly, either way, Josiah never lost his smile ever before. Sure there probably were times in which Louis and Josiah had been mad at each other for more than ten minutes, but that hardly ended up in Josiah looking like he wanted to kill someone. Josiah made clear that they didn't make up and that he didn't want any talk going round regard…

Louis woke up early, as always and he still lay in the net spanned across the big tent. He didn't get much sleep, usually he was fine, but that night his scars hurt and he had had troubles breathing. Still, he got enough sleep to be the first to get up and climb down the beam. He washed himself, changed his clothes, then started to disassemble the tent, at least what he could do alone. Eventually he heard people get up as well. They were getting ready for the day and preparing breakfast. He was …

Louis left, still none the wiser. He didn't wabt to argue or fight, he wanted everyone to be happy and enjoy the night. Maybe in his absence everything would calm down. Louis went on to check the ropes and beams, the seats and stalls and person after person wandered to their designated places. Louis opened the gates to the circus himself, welcoming thwir visitors that already lined up before it. He greeted them and smiled while Arthur and Jack collected their money for the tickets. The mass pour…

It seemed Josiah didn't want to have anything to do with Louis today and he wouldn't press him. He didn't want to fight and he also didn't want others to fight over them. He thought leaving Josiah in peace would resolve this matter, but apparently it didn't. While Louis was busy helping everyone as much as he could, the talk continued. "Please, just stop fighting, all of you.", he pleaded with another smile on his face. There was really no need for this, especially not on his behalf. "I am fine!…

Louis smiled, seemingly unbothered by their fight from before and acting like it hadn't happened. It seemed like he wasn't sure why Josiah was upset, what made him look so down and grumpy today and why he looked past Louis as if he wasn't there. Yet he wasn't bothered by it and intended to care for Josiah today, in hopes of cheering him up, but that wouldn't work out. His hand was gripped mid work and Louis looked at Josiah with a bit of shock in his blue eyes. He never touched him harshly like …

Louis hurried out so he could fetch the requested costume. On the way out he ran into Josiah, quite literally. Their shoulders bumped into each other and while Josiah steeled himself, stoically looking ahead, Louis turned. "I'm so sorry.", he told him, but his friend just moved along without even turning towards him. For a moment Louis just stood there, like a lost child whoms parents simply left without him, but he soon enough remembered his current task and hurried along. He fetched the costum…

Leila looked at Arthur kind of confused. "You still have parents?", she asked. Most of the children here, her included, didn't have any. They all had been abandoned, but Arthur didn't construct his sentence in a way that would suggest his parents suddenly died. It seemed like they were still alive. "Did they hurt you?", she asked somewhat concerned, bu figured, that this topic was definitely not for now, or maybe ever. She shook her head. "Nevermind that. Come, I'll help you back on the platform…

"Of course I'm alright!", Leila proclaimed, then slowly got up, elegantly balancing onthe ropes without getting her legs stuck in the holes. She offered Arthur a hand to help him on his feet too. "How did it feel? Do xou wabt to go again? Or just sit on thr platform again? We can also sit here.", Leila offered. Connie haf already climbed out of the net again and was doing some warm up exercises on one of the platforms. She figured Leila and Arthur didn't need her right now and she needed to get …

"That's just how it is! They like it more that way.", Leila explained with a shrug of her shoulder. She held on to the little boy still smiling and she gave him time to assess what he was relying on here. The net was save, she was sure of that, she'd jumped and fallen into it countless of times. When he started to stumble over his own words she giggled. "So you want me to pick you up! You're just too polite to ask for it. It's fine!" With those words she leaned down a bit, crossed her arms under…

"It never ripped as long as I am here. When I started to perform up here the net stayed, but as I grew more confident we removed it. For the show it will be gone. People love the thrill when watching, you know? They love to have this gut feeling, being scared for us, just what you feel when you see us jump. It's part of the experience.", Leila explained cheerfully. "As I said, at some point you won't be scared anymore. Louis told me that it'll feel like walking eventually and he was right." Leil…