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Was there any point to arguing with him? It didn't feel liike it - Louis would see the world the way he wanted and Josiah would do the same, as was customary with the two of them. Complaining and arguing only drove both of them insane, not closer to each other and Josiah felt bad, once for making Lou go through the hassle of letting himself be annoyed by him in the first place and second for being as much of an annoyance to that man in the first place. Perhaps Lucy had been right, and Lou too - …

"Don't apologize, it's just the way it is." There was no changing that, bygones were bygones and nothing was going to make that any different, no matter how many times Louis wanted to apologize for it, Jo had plenty of things he could also apologize for, yet never did. It was odd, wasn't it? This weird cacophany of a relationship that, usually upheld by at least one of them, was currently not being glued together by either. Not a flaw, not a failure but silent acceptance neither of them were arg…

"Never said you were.", he snorted, sounding halfway amused by the proposal. Lou would probably not complain even if someone told him to hold the tent up by himself, by any means necessary, he'd just do it - Josiah was the one that could learn from him, that had little to no idea how to be as selfless, but he wondered if that was something he had to get around to first, or if the ringmaster wholly expected him to be as selfless in the first place. Whatever the criteria for that mans helping hand…

"Best I can do.", he stated, matter-of-factly. Everything about him felt rigid, done over and stiff, like there was nothing to be gained from waiting on it, but also no sense in rushing headfirst into the next problem. Josiah was, after all, able to entertain himself and Lucy for an entire day, but more tasks would mean less time with her and more time to be spent in that tent, training not only by himself but also with the kids that needed it, most of them badly. Was this just another one of Lo…

What an odd man his best friend had become. Not only was he someone that Josiah didn't seem to be able to reach anymore, would he want to that was, but he also couldn't quite tell if Louis was, at all, someone that trusted him, too. Was he that unreliable that he was only useful for the mundane stuff that Lou suddenly found himself incapable of taking care of? Might have been nice to be the ringmasters favorite, that's what he'd thought plenty of times in the past, but if he would be run equally…

Ditching the circus always had felt like a distant thought but nowadays it seemed closer within his immediate vicinity than ever. That wasn’t something he should blame himself for, Josiah recognized that not too long ago, but it was quite obvious those feels didn’t just sprout out of him for no real reason at all. Then again, who’d care for the kids and try to reason with Louis? Some other fool within their ranks would surely be enough of an idiot to give it a try, until they found themselves bu…

Josiah was glued to Lucy, much like Lucy was glued to him. There was no shame in doting on her, even when he felt as if he was neglecting other duties - it was part of making the world feel less miserable, part of establishing codependency in a place where nothing like that mattered. When he finally went back to at least warming up, training a bit and wrangling the children, he felt stiff and ancient, like he hadn’t been used to anything but lazying about in weeks, which might hit the nail on th…

“But everyone else is already obedient or not someone he has need of, no?”, Blair spelled it out with a thin smile. It wouldn’t help if the two of them went in circles, nor would it make any sense to drive either of them down a street of paranoia. As much as he enjoyed spending time with Louis, Blair couldn’t help but wonder if he really was the one that should stick close to him and tell him those things, whereas the person he genuinely seemed to want to have a bond with was shoved and forth by…

Blair was a simple man, a shy one, but someone like Louis brought out the worst in him at times - he wasn't doing much to cause that, truly, but sometimes a little shove, a small push, was more than enough to make things go awry. "He doesn't need to convince them of anything, they already are his little marionettes, but you?", the blonde laid out, pointing at Louis, who simply couldn't sit idly by. Perhaps it would have been for the best if the ringmaster never interfered with any of their lives…

"You could bring him places, or would that earn you the ire of your coworkers?" It clearly wasn't manly, but who knew about Kosukes personal circumstances? Even someone like a yakuza had a daughter at times, or a son, too, and Gin figured they brought rather weird things to work from time to time, be it a keepsake or something like a Hello Kitty keychain that their daughter insisted would bring good luck and fortune to whatever field of work their father would engage. Yet, Kosuke had neither wif…

"I can't possibly keep all of them, besides, I don't think you make a bad plushie parent, you know.", Gin complimented Kosuke, earnestly this time. The two of them could be like cat and mouse if they adhered to the societal roles that they existed within but it seemed almost as if neither of them had any sort of desire to harm the other whatsoever. Nothing was gained from endless squabble anyhow and better, they seemed much too docile, as if one were a cat licking a mouse and the other the mouse…

“And you’re going to get even more where those came from.”, Gin threatened with a playful laugh. If it were up to him, he and Kosuke would be carrying matching merch around, despite each others field of work hardly being the ideal environment for plushies to thrive. Still, despite his age he didn’t see any shame in it - it was a hobby, a more or less expensive one, but one that he enjoyed and a shortterm goal he could reward himself with after a particularly shitty week. “Seems like the ideal pl…

Naivety wouldn't get them far in this world. Often times they learned the hard way, tried to flee, only to have their wings clipped, their hopes shattered and their dreams trashed and if that didn't happen, the ringmaster was sure to show them their place some other way. Louis wouldn't die from fighting that crone, not yet, but he'd make more of an enemy out of him than he'd already been. What a nuisance, huh? "Roy's old. He's been obedient enough to get his head out of that noose at least once,…

"I almost forgot about that. Sorry, you're just too cute.", Gin complained, obviously trying to make more of a jest out of a rather serious issue - serious if it went unchecked, that was. For all intents and purposes, Kosuke was like a hare moonlighting as a bunny: Cute until he showed his true face and even then, he didn't find him much less appealing, perhaps a bit scary, though, he had hardly seen what that man he was currently getting into too deep of a relationship with would be capable of,…

Gin liked them with their heads in the clouds, with all the silver coin in the world that they spent on seeing him toil about on the tips of their tongue, swallowed over the most earnest of mistakes, never to be retrieved. The rich were like dragons, he’d thought even as a kid; hoarding their wealth and wearing their hearts anywhere but their sleeves, where the ordinary man was forced to put his. Kosuke was one of them, those ordinary men, as was he. Neither of them had found a path, a branch of…

Gin couldn’t say he hated it - Kosuke was like a piece that was trying to insert itself into an unfinished puzzle, despite not fitting at all, but who was he to stop him? Too sweet for his own good, too lovey-dovey and gentle for a criminal and much too soft to the common whore he should see as nothing more than dirt at his heel, Gin felt sorry for him. How long until this world, the one that had swallowed both of them whole, would regurgitate what was left of Kosuke? Even just thinking about it…

"Das hätte er doch sowieso - er liebt dich. Liebe macht blind, vor allem ihn.", erklärte Khojin gelassen. Sie kannte ihren Bruder, konnte ihn lesen wie ein offenes Buch, selbst dann, wenn er nicht hier war, anhand von Rains Worten, Ausreden und einfältigen Ideen alleine. Wenn es um Nayantai ging, so wollte Khojin behaupten, sie kannte ihn auswendig, besser als jede andere Person, jeder andere Wolf, der die eisige Luft dieser Landschaft atmete, die gefrorenen Hügel auf denen sie als Kinder herumt…

Khojin meinte, Rain erinnerte sie ein wenig an eine kleine Ziege - laut und nervtötend, gleichzeitig hatte er wohl auch nicht Unrecht. Ihren Bruder kannte sie ohnehin zu gut und das von dem Schaf geschilderte Verhalten hörte sich nicht uneins zu dem an, das sie von ihm kannte. Nur die Tatsache, dass Nayantai einfältig und dumm war, störte sie gerade mehr, als alles andere. Sie kniff Rain in die Seite, ohne bestimmten Grund. “Mhm. Je mehr du mir von ihm erzählst, desto mehr kommt er mir vor wie e…

Um sich auszuruhen, dafür war es jetzt auch wieder zu spät. Rikiya wollte von Niemandem hören, was er zu tun und zu lassen hatte, selbst dann nicht, wenn er derjenige war, der im Unrecht war. Wie lange stand er das noch durch? Sein Körper würde sich irgendwann in Fetzen auflösen, so wie er es jetzt eigentlich tun wollte, ganz anders, als sein Geist sein wollte, so schien es immerhin. Wahrscheinlich reagierte er über und es gab nichts, wovon er sich wirklich fürchten musste - er würde leben, eine…

Khojin schaute auf Rain herab, als wäre sie gerade dabei, eine Assel zu begutachten, die es sich unter einem Stein gemütlich gemacht hatte - zu dumm nur, dass sie eben jenen gerade anhob. “Was von ihnen übrig ist, ja.”, gestand sie Rain starr. Alsbald kämpfte Rikiya sich mit Müh und Not aus seiner liegenden Position, saß auf und verzog das Gesicht erneut, ehe er wankelmütig aufstand - er hielt sich am erstbesten Stück, das er halten konnte, fest, was wiederum die Unterlage war, auf die man ihn z…