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"Maybe it did in the moment, but now. I've had worse.", Louis answered. What had been worse was obvious and Josiah knew that pain, but aside that, Louis often times landed on his ass, got some gadgetry in his face, or sprained his wrist by falling while training. He wasn't perfect, no one here was. Josiah worried too much, but Louis sighed and nodded. "Sure. But I'm fine.", he agreed to let him take a look at his face. Maybe once he made sure that there was nothing wrong, nothing broken or rippe…

"Nothing's broken.", Louis was quick to answer. "And it doesn't hurt either." Josiah was the one better equipped to tell him if there was any bruise, but even if, it didn't matter much. Louis wasn't mad and in a way he probably earned it. He hurt Josiah, more than that little punch had hurt probably. Three years he ignored his best friend and even now he couldn't tell him what was going on and he wasn't even sure if he could properly protect him from the going ons in this circus. Josiah worried …

When it suddenly knocked on Louis door, he was startled, even though he expected a visitor. It was late already, but Louis knew that Josiah was always busy telling stories to the children so they could find some sleep and tucking them all in. That usually took its time, but in a way he thought he wouldn't come anymore, or wait in his own wagon instead, for Louis to show up. Either way, before he could even get up to open his door, Josiah already stood inside, looking like he'd been chased and wa…

What about Louis? Josiah would never stop worrying about him, would he now? Louis just shrugged his shoulders. To him his life, safety or whatever Josiah was concerned with, wasn't important. "Don't worry.", he stated once more. His smiling friend was very content with what he got and maybe content with what Louis did, being somewhat nice for once. There was no way Josiah would ever abandon him and Louis didn't want to hurt him anymore. He'd seen how much the past three years took out of him, wh…

Josiah was always putting up a show for the children, in a way the circus never stopped for him. He entertained them and kept them giggling as long as Louis wasn't pulling them away for work or training. Fair enough, Josiah got his training in aside from anyone else and he didn't need to be picky about his schedule, his act worked alone, so he simply exercised when he had the time and motivation to do so. The rest of his time he seemed to spend wholy for others, maybe that was also a reason why …

Kosuke started to get weak and he was about to agree with Gin. He laid it out in a way that made sense and besides that, having him this close, with a warm smile on his face, caring for someone like Kosuke, made it hard to say no to him. He admired Gin for often times being so positive, despite the harsh reality they lived in and even though he could be very vulnerable too. It was hard to look into that pale face, framed by his bright red hair, without falling into a daze. "I did not... but stil…

Louis was helping with the heavy lifting the whole day. He didn't check any mirror to see if there was a bruise showing on his face, but he honestly forgot about it not long after his argument with Josiah. Every now and then when he had time and the children were passing him or he passed them, he saw if he spotted Lucas and alas he did every single time. He was saved then presumibly. He wasn't quite sure of it yet, he was weary, but as of now he had no reason to believe that someone else would s…

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…