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@vreesvreterâ
   "NOW, YOU must back up your words with actions.â

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   IT WOULD have been impossible to catch rumors as she passed by demons or stood too close to a group of them muttering to each other. It would have also been hard not to see the worn-out posters screaming through bright-colored letters at every corner she went round. A circus - in Hell, of all places. She had never been to one when she was alive (Father and Mother would never take her to one, and later on, when she had learned the fine art of running away, she had never had the chance to add that experience to her list), but even so, this one seemed different from those in books. It was rumored that dreams were the real attraction, if not the only one. How weird for creatures who seemed not to need sleep as much as humans. It couldnât not catch her attention. The idea haunted her for days, while she was busy exploring other parts of the city and dealing with other demons. It was always there, pleading for her to listen to it constantly. She had to give in in the end. The moment she found herself with nothing to do, she rushed out of the city as fast as she could. A hyacinth-scented trail followed her, disappearing seconds after her passing - a ghost in a city of dead.
   She stopped only when the circus finally was in sight. She slowed down her pace abruptly, almost losing her balance and falling forward but stopping herself before the disaster. Golden eyes stared at the big top not too far from her, so similar to those she had seen in pictures and yet very different at the same time. It almost gave her the impression that it had a mind of its own and a mouth ready to swallow her. One more good reason to walk away and come back to town, but her feet were already taking her closer to the tent. All was silent. The sounds of the city were far behind her, and none came from her destination either. It took Chris half a second to wonder if there was anyone in there, and half a second to decide sheâd find out on her own.
   She was still alone when she arrived in front of the entrance. The door-curtain oscillated lazily, its hem not touching the ground by a few inches. There was no hesitation in her hand when it grabbed the curtain and pulled it open, allowing her to step inside an empty ring. She hadnât expected the show to be already ongoing (and now that she was thinking about it: did the posters even tell at what time the show was scheduled?), but that desolation was shockingly nonetheless. Once let go of, the curtain fell back in place behind her, blocking what little natural light coming from the outside. Two steps later, she stopped. Waiting for a sign - or someone.
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   a circus, hmm. He assumed the poster had been glued to the wall of a middle school the day before, because the day before that it was not there. It was so big that he would have noticed it when passing by. He had never been a great fan of circuses, to be honest. Past memories were blurry and confused, and among the few who were still decently clear bright lights and cotton candy were not present. Nowadays, things had not changed. He found clowns annoying, not even scary, and surely not funny. Yet... he mulled while staring at the black, white and grey poster in front of him. There was something unusual with this one circus, or so he thought. He could not point his finger on what it was, though. It was only a vibe.
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      He shouldnât be smoking indoors-- He knows that how bad the smell can stick and heâd be sure to get an earful from Una if she ever found out, but it wasnât as if he had any permanent roommates, right? Despite all his reassurances, however, he was certain the person currently sneaking into his window was somehow punishment for his actions.
        âUh, excuse me, Iâve already got one freeloader who seemingly hates doors,                              I really donât need another--â
spindly fingers walk up her spine all the way up
   ITâS EASY to mistake them for a breath of wind at first. But wind never presses on her skin, even if so lightly, it doesnât crawl up her spine like a hiker, it doesnât come this unnoticed and invisible, without being announced by a cloud covering the sun or a leaf rolling at her feet. One more second is all she needs to realize they are fingers. She freezes for a fraction of second, as a shiver runs down her spine in the opposite direction, then she abruptly turns and sees bright orange eyes - like the last sunsets the world will ever see. She canât not remember who they belong to. Back then she repressed her discomfort, but if she focuses she can feel his tongue running on her skin, as if he were foretasting her. Still, she smiles at him. His fingers are far from the back of her neck now, but their phantoms keep dancing there, tickling her.Â
   (has anyone ever told him his fingertips seem to be covered in spiderwebs)
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our world is a magical smoke screen.
twin peaks, log lady intros | tv quote starters
   WHETHER DMITRI was talking about his own world (that Valentino hadnât explored personally yet, if he had to be honest a rare case, really) or much wider an orchestra didnât really matter - not when heâd agree in any case. Almost as if to underline the spiderâs words, Valentino puffed out thick smoke, letting it cover his face for a few seconds. His eyes, though; those didnât dim out. His sunglasses could make them look less threatening, but a closer look would reveal that they were still terrifyingly unnatural. Newbies always wondered if he could see at all through such weird eyes. The moment they misbehaved behind his back (or so they thought), they found out the harsh way.
   âThatâs for sure.â He leaned back against the chair, his lower arms crossed on his chest. He looked so relaxed that itâd have been hard to think he was currently doing business with the Ringmasterâs emissary. The cigarette holder twirled between his fingers, drawing smoky hypnotic drawings in the air. âBut those fuckers out there donât give a fuck about that. As long as they can get their entertainment, they can put up with any kinda shit happening behind the scenes.â A long pause, a long drag, then he resumed talking. âThatâs real power.â
âyou are tired, arenât you, sweetie?â
ghosts with teeth, peter crowther | sentence starters
   WAS SHE? Her eyelids did feel a bit heavier than before, but calling it tiredness didnât sound right just yet. Sheâd have said she was just relaxing and enjoying the moment, even if she was in the company of someone she didnât actually feel safe with. There was something off with Dmitri, and it wasnât his eyes. Itâd have been hypocrite of her to say his oddly bright irises unnerved her, when she herself had no less unusual (and unsettling, to some) eyes. She couldnât pinpoint the exact detail, but she knew it was there, lingering between them. Nonetheless, she didnât move from her spot on the bench and only turned her head to look at him. Even in almost complete darkness, his eyes burnt. Chris crossed her arms on her chest to seek warmth rather than to show distrust. âNot really, no. Iâm used to being out late at night.â Now, though, she was curios. âWhat made you think so?â
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WAS IT YOU, DMITRI