Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

“Hm, will you? Quite the words to say, but can you really stand behind them?” he spoke smoothly, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “It’s always nicer to see someone act on such words then just hear them spoke.”

Gillian was in Alex’s tent with him once again. He was sitting on one end of the bed, cross-legged as he half was listening to whatever Alex was talking about, and half scrolling through something on his phone. The vampire glanced up at the statement, raising an eyebrow in a silent question of Alex’s sanity.

It was day time, and if they didn’t have a show, Gillian was not usually out at this time. Recently though, he could be seen wandering around during the day. It was a bit of an odd thing to see though, as Gillian had an odd wardrobe for bright sunny days such as these. If it was a nice day out, you wouldn’t expect to seem someone in long pants, a long-sleeved shirt, gloves, and a wide sunhat. Unless maybe they were gardening. Which Gillian was not. If you have seen Gillian during the day though, this might have become a normal thing though. What was really strange about the sight, was that recently there was the addition of a crow. Sometimes it sat on Gillian’s shoulder, and other times on his head. It seemed that Gillian walked around during the day, for the sole reason that now there was a bird. He’d walk around, placing seeds and pieces of bread on the brim of his hat, while the bird pecked at it from the top of his head. It had taken him a while to gain this crows trust for course, but now the crow seemed to always be around Gillian, even when he wasn’t feeding it. It stuck around his tent, following the circus from place to place, watching everyone who went near it. 

It was late now, and the sun had just set. It was not yet curfew, so he could walk around freely without having to worry about the sun or Vik bothering him. His hands were in his pockets, not really planning on talking to anyone this afternoon, just think to himself. After talking to the doctor, he thought he might feel better. But, after trying this avoiding thing, he couldn’t figure out why he was only feeling worse. He actually found himself wanting back the feeling talking to Alex gave him. He’d tried telling himself it was only because he liked the taste of the other’s blood, but that didn’t sit right with him. His own mind could not accept what he was feeling at the moment. 

“I guess you could say that.” Gillian signed with a toothy grin, showing off his fangs. He wasn’t sure how news got around, but he didn’t much mind as he was curious where this was going. 

Flame Tart

Gillian stopped in his tracks to look at Allen. He stared at him for a few moments, wondering just what the fuck the other man meant by that. Then it dawned on him. The vampire’s eyes went wide, showing some actual emotion there for once, and his cheeks, all the way up to his ears turned read. Suddenly, he chucked a handful of seeds at Allen that had still been in his pocket since that evening, and dashed away.