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@the-glasswing-walker
come for a chat, little Moonwing?
Step lightly, my little Moonwings… Welcome, welcome, to the edges of wonder. I am the Glasswing Walker, though you may call me Flutura
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Pique carefully and quietly approached, giving a small bow to their fellow performer as he got closer to make him more that the other's eye level, the bells on his hat and collar jingling softly with his movement. His voice was quiet, just loud enough to hear clearly.
"Hello... I do not think we have met... I am Pique... I have seen you around a few time but from afar."
@cirquedupique
Flutura quietly looked up at the new performer, she was busy bandaging her feet after a recent show
well hello there, handsome, arent you a tall one? she said playfully, a smirk tugging across her lips as she placed a hand under her chin
my you're lucky you found me first, or else a dear friend of mine would have snatched you up like a snack. anyway sweetheart, I'm Flutura. nice to meet you
@cirquedupique
"Your... dear friend? Unfortunately for them... I do not think I taste... good."
He blinked slowly at the comment of him being handsome but he nods anyway. Maroon eyes glancing down to her bandaged feet, a confused frown growing on his masked brow.
"You... are hurt...? But you don't look in pain... is it from a performance?"
He doubted from how calm she was that it had to Could have been anything other than her own show, and perhaps she was used to it? That was the only Explanation Pique could think of.
ha it wouldnt matter to him, Just be careful if you ever wake up one night and find him hanging above your bed, or he leaves his skin in random spots of your tent
Flutura smiled with quiet amusement, though the warning she gave was entirely genuine
anyway, yes im hurt, but that is part of my performance, i walk on glass while doing ballet or contortion. I'm used to the pain, however
As she finished and rose gracefully to her feet, the stained-glass wings on her back unfurled ever so slightly, casting colors around them.
"... like his literal skin?"
He blinked, more concerned about someone entering his tent without knowing more so than the skin itself. As Flutura stood up his tilted his head to look at the light seeping through her wings. "like coloured glass... incredible..."
yes his literal skin, hes a lizard, dear one
She chuckled softly at his reaction, clearly amused by his confusion. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before her expression softened into a small, pleased smile at the compliment.
arent they? its what draws all these humans to me during my shows. It gives them a glimpse of what beauty could truly look like
Pique carefully and quietly approached, giving a small bow to their fellow performer as he got closer to make him more that the other's eye level, the bells on his hat and collar jingling softly with his movement. His voice was quiet, just loud enough to hear clearly.
"Hello... I do not think we have met... I am Pique... I have seen you around a few time but from afar."
@cirquedupique
Flutura quietly looked up at the new performer, she was busy bandaging her feet after a recent show
well hello there, handsome, arent you a tall one? she said playfully, a smirk tugging across her lips as she placed a hand under her chin
my you're lucky you found me first, or else a dear friend of mine would have snatched you up like a snack. anyway sweetheart, I'm Flutura. nice to meet you
@cirquedupique
"Your... dear friend? Unfortunately for them... I do not think I taste... good."
He blinked slowly at the comment of him being handsome but he nods anyway. Maroon eyes glancing down to her bandaged feet, a confused frown growing on his masked brow.
"You... are hurt...? But you don't look in pain... is it from a performance?"
He doubted from how calm she was that it had to Could have been anything other than her own show, and perhaps she was used to it? That was the only Explanation Pique could think of.
ha it wouldnt matter to him, Just be careful if you ever wake up one night and find him hanging above your bed, or he leaves his skin in random spots of your tent
Flutura smiled with quiet amusement, though the warning she gave was entirely genuine
anyway, yes im hurt, but that is part of my performance, i walk on glass while doing ballet or contortion. I'm used to the pain, however
As she finished and rose gracefully to her feet, the stained-glass wings on her back unfurled ever so slightly, casting colors around them.
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well hello there, dear one. arent you an interesting monster?
she chuckles, quietly approaching him but keeping her distance as her wings twitch behind her
@the-glasswing-walker
“Just interesting? That’s fucking rude. I’m a delight actually.”
The monster didn’t look up from filing his claws clearly annoyed already.
“If you’re gonna compliment me do it better,babes.”
oh a delight? or maybe i can say you're handsome or amazing?
she teased, listing off many different words as she circled him
the names Flutura, you mind if you shared yours, beautiful?
Pique carefully and quietly approached, giving a small bow to their fellow performer as he got closer to make him more that the other's eye level, the bells on his hat and collar jingling softly with his movement. His voice was quiet, just loud enough to hear clearly.
"Hello... I do not think we have met... I am Pique... I have seen you around a few time but from afar."
@cirquedupique
Flutura quietly looked up at the new performer, she was busy bandaging her feet after a recent show
well hello there, handsome, arent you a tall one? she said playfully, a smirk tugging across her lips as she placed a hand under her chin
my you're lucky you found me first, or else a dear friend of mine would have snatched you up like a snack. anyway sweetheart, I'm Flutura. nice to meet you
@cirquedupique
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greetings again, Capitano, have you been well? she asked gently, bowing before him, and then held a small candy bag in offer to him
i thought to bring you a little something. just to be courteous and maybe spoil you a bit
He perked up at the sight of her.
"Miss Flutura! It has been a time, I am well yes, yourself?"
He blinked at the offering, taking the candy bag in hand and looking it over.
"Spoil me? Ah you shouldn't have! But i cannot deny a sweet treat from a friend, no no! So, thank you!"
i have been doing quite well, thank you
she giggled softly, offering him a fond, reassuring smile. Her wings shimmered gently behind her, catching the light as her antennae relaxed.
but you're welcome, though, i heard what happened to your brother. Is he… doing alright?
He relaxed a little, fingers playing with the bag in his hands as he nodded, a proud hum to his tone.
"He is doing better yes, from what I know, spending time keeping to himself for now but it is for good reason. Your concern is appreciated though"
sigh, im glad. hes been your only family for so long after all, and coming from someone who once had a sibling, I simply like knowing that someone else's is still safe
as she looked away for a moment and absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair around her finger, the motion almost instinctive.
but you have grown and now have the entire circus as your family. And… I suppose that includes me as well
"Of course! We are all one big family! It is nice to think that the others have our backs!"
He nodded, keeping the thought that perhaps some were more focused on protecting his brother more than himself due to their circumstances to himself, not that it really mattered, a family looked after family no matter their relation.
He tilted his head, looking to her.
"You yourself for not traveling alone within the circus no?. I have also met your enigmatic friend! They are a curious but amusing one!"
oh you seen Twisty? well i certainly hope he behaved with you. He is not always the easiest person to get along with
she rubbed the side of her head with a faint smile
Twisty has never been particularly good with people. He tends to hide behind pranks, strange little gifts, and whatever bit of chaos he can create that day
greetings again, Capitano, have you been well? she asked gently, bowing before him, and then held a small candy bag in offer to him
i thought to bring you a little something. just to be courteous and maybe spoil you a bit
He perked up at the sight of her.
"Miss Flutura! It has been a time, I am well yes, yourself?"
He blinked at the offering, taking the candy bag in hand and looking it over.
"Spoil me? Ah you shouldn't have! But i cannot deny a sweet treat from a friend, no no! So, thank you!"
i have been doing quite well, thank you
she giggled softly, offering him a fond, reassuring smile. Her wings shimmered gently behind her, catching the light as her antennae relaxed.
but you're welcome, though, i heard what happened to your brother. Is he… doing alright?
He relaxed a little, fingers playing with the bag in his hands as he nodded, a proud hum to his tone.
"He is doing better yes, from what I know, spending time keeping to himself for now but it is for good reason. Your concern is appreciated though"
sigh, im glad. hes been your only family for so long after all, and coming from someone who once had a sibling, I simply like knowing that someone else's is still safe
as she looked away for a moment and absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair around her finger, the motion almost instinctive.
but you have grown and now have the entire circus as your family. And… I suppose that includes me as well
greetings again, Capitano, have you been well? she asked gently, bowing before him, and then held a small candy bag in offer to him
i thought to bring you a little something. just to be courteous and maybe spoil you a bit
He perked up at the sight of her.
"Miss Flutura! It has been a time, I am well yes, yourself?"
He blinked at the offering, taking the candy bag in hand and looking it over.
"Spoil me? Ah you shouldn't have! But i cannot deny a sweet treat from a friend, no no! So, thank you!"
i have been doing quite well, thank you
she giggled softly, offering him a fond, reassuring smile. Her wings shimmered gently behind her, catching the light as her antennae relaxed.
but you're welcome, though, i heard what happened to your brother. Is he… doing alright?
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
“Harlequin?” Figaro echoed. Sure they had relations but he had not formally asked to be the serpentine clown’s mate. He wasn’t even sure he would say yes..
“Does it bother you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why twisty seemed so pressed about it. Not that he was upset he was just curious. None else had commented like this.
“Isn’t that messy?” Figaro cringed slightly at the idea of juggling hands. The idea of getting dirty not to his taste.
bother me? goodness, no, I'm in love with someone else not Harley. besides, he already pegs fools for a livin'. i ain't about to start addin' to his collection.
he rolled his eyes dramatically, folding his arms across his chest as a pout formed behind his mask
as for bein' messy...well yeah. That's kind of the point. it's part of my act, and it's how i serve our wonderful purple leader here.
besides, i usually just swallow 'em whole afterwards. The best part is watchin' the look on people's faces, that spilt second of whatever to be horrified or amazed are expressions I live for
“I can understand that.”
Of course figaro was well aware that they were mainly there to scare and frighten their guests. Given the name and what not. Figaro had done so on multiple occasions with his own show.
“Then I hope the relation between yourself and whomever you choose as a mate is wonderful.” Well that was all he could really hope for.
ha, my butterfly wouldn't even want me that way. And besides i'd much rather love her from a distance
he let out a light laugh, though there was something oddly gentle beneath it.
whether she likes me back or not doesn't really matter, i know i'm not worthy of her anyway.
he said that firmly like it was a religious belief he had stood upon for a long time
“I..see.” Figaro seemed a bit taken aback by twisty’s words. He had never heard anyone use those words so casually.
“Is there anything else you would like to discuss?”
anything else i'd like to discuss? Well maybe tell me how you view love
He said as he puts a hand on his chin. his head tilting with genuine curiosity. and even though Figaro couldn't read his expression beneath the painted smile, there was no mistaking the interest in his voice.
i like learnin' how it works for other people. Gives me more to think about, more ways to understand my own feelings... and perhaps fuel a few more thoughts about my butterfly.
Figaro’s mind briefly went blank,trying to gauge how he himself truly viewed love. It was a question that he had never thought before.
“Love is..continuing to beside others even in the most difficult situations. Choosing to stay together when you know the world is potentially against you.” He recalled all those nights,huddled close to capitano. Knowing that capitano gave him more food than he should have.
“Love is a warmth in seeing the ones you care about light a room with just their presence. That being close to them can bring you joy and peace.” Mage and pierrot mainly,how figaro always felt great delight being beside them. How figaro always felt at ease in mage’s charming personality,and taking great joy in cooking with pierrot.
“Love is knowing that despite what you think of yourself,that those around you still choose you to keep in their lives. Because they find happiness in you too.” Jester had chosen him,a radiant star and pillar of the circus. Figaro had been content to stay in jester’s shadow,until jester decided he was worthy of him.
“That was probably quite wordy..I apologize.”
Twisty actually listened closely to the words, hands held what would be his cheeks under the mask. And for once the words hit close to home for him, mulling over the memory when he broke into the circus and Flutura convinced Jester to have him stay. it was something different then he usually would hear since most were quite sappy about their thoughts
Huh, that actually wasn't too bad, you really are somethin' different aren't ya? Heh and don't worry bein' too wordy it was quite nice to hear
He chuckled to himself, his voice dimming a bit into something softer and less dramatic
“You could say that.” Figaro was indeed different,both he and capitano had their differences that came from their unique upbringing.
“Thank you,it is not often that I am introspective like this..it was nice.” He really did have a nice time discussing his thoughts,to really sit and marinate on the meaning of love in his own heart.
Of course, I may be a bit broken in the mind but I was taught to at least listen to others or least monsters for that matter, i won't ever listen to a human unless they've earned it.
with a practiced flick of his wrist, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small paper spider. Its folded edges were faintly smeared with white makeup that had rubbed off from his scarred hands but offered it anyway
I never known love till I met Flutura, back then I was just a normal little gecko, livin' on instinct. then humans got their grubby little hands on me and changed everythin'
it's certainly a strange thing to feel after spendin' so long without it.
Figaro took the paper spider with incredible care,holding it close to his chest. “I used to live on instinct for a major portion of my life. I am still adapting to being approachable but I believe I am doing better. This conversation has been incredibly pleasant,so I believe you are heading in the right direction.”
Honestly despite the beginning of their conversation being odd it was slowly morphing into a far more pleasant one. Figaro of which was quite happy and fond of his new guest.
I'm glad it was for ya, I'm certain my dearest would want to see again soon and perhaps try to get on better terms with you also
He then bowed in goodbye and skipped away like the usual energized child he was before
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
“Harlequin?” Figaro echoed. Sure they had relations but he had not formally asked to be the serpentine clown’s mate. He wasn’t even sure he would say yes..
“Does it bother you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why twisty seemed so pressed about it. Not that he was upset he was just curious. None else had commented like this.
“Isn’t that messy?” Figaro cringed slightly at the idea of juggling hands. The idea of getting dirty not to his taste.
bother me? goodness, no, I'm in love with someone else not Harley. besides, he already pegs fools for a livin'. i ain't about to start addin' to his collection.
he rolled his eyes dramatically, folding his arms across his chest as a pout formed behind his mask
as for bein' messy...well yeah. That's kind of the point. it's part of my act, and it's how i serve our wonderful purple leader here.
besides, i usually just swallow 'em whole afterwards. The best part is watchin' the look on people's faces, that spilt second of whatever to be horrified or amazed are expressions I live for
“I can understand that.”
Of course figaro was well aware that they were mainly there to scare and frighten their guests. Given the name and what not. Figaro had done so on multiple occasions with his own show.
“Then I hope the relation between yourself and whomever you choose as a mate is wonderful.” Well that was all he could really hope for.
ha, my butterfly wouldn't even want me that way. And besides i'd much rather love her from a distance
he let out a light laugh, though there was something oddly gentle beneath it.
whether she likes me back or not doesn't really matter, i know i'm not worthy of her anyway.
he said that firmly like it was a religious belief he had stood upon for a long time
“I..see.” Figaro seemed a bit taken aback by twisty’s words. He had never heard anyone use those words so casually.
“Is there anything else you would like to discuss?”
anything else i'd like to discuss? Well maybe tell me how you view love
He said as he puts a hand on his chin. his head tilting with genuine curiosity. and even though Figaro couldn't read his expression beneath the painted smile, there was no mistaking the interest in his voice.
i like learnin' how it works for other people. Gives me more to think about, more ways to understand my own feelings... and perhaps fuel a few more thoughts about my butterfly.
Figaro’s mind briefly went blank,trying to gauge how he himself truly viewed love. It was a question that he had never thought before.
“Love is..continuing to beside others even in the most difficult situations. Choosing to stay together when you know the world is potentially against you.” He recalled all those nights,huddled close to capitano. Knowing that capitano gave him more food than he should have.
“Love is a warmth in seeing the ones you care about light a room with just their presence. That being close to them can bring you joy and peace.” Mage and pierrot mainly,how figaro always felt great delight being beside them. How figaro always felt at ease in mage’s charming personality,and taking great joy in cooking with pierrot.
“Love is knowing that despite what you think of yourself,that those around you still choose you to keep in their lives. Because they find happiness in you too.” Jester had chosen him,a radiant star and pillar of the circus. Figaro had been content to stay in jester’s shadow,until jester decided he was worthy of him.
“That was probably quite wordy..I apologize.”
Twisty actually listened closely to the words, hands held what would be his cheeks under the mask. And for once the words hit close to home for him, mulling over the memory when he broke into the circus and Flutura convinced Jester to have him stay. it was something different then he usually would hear since most were quite sappy about their thoughts
Huh, that actually wasn't too bad, you really are somethin' different aren't ya? Heh and don't worry bein' too wordy it was quite nice to hear
He chuckled to himself, his voice dimming a bit into something softer and less dramatic
“You could say that.” Figaro was indeed different,both he and capitano had their differences that came from their unique upbringing.
“Thank you,it is not often that I am introspective like this..it was nice.” He really did have a nice time discussing his thoughts,to really sit and marinate on the meaning of love in his own heart.
Of course, I may be a bit broken in the mind but I was taught to at least listen to others or least monsters for that matter, i won't ever listen to a human unless they've earned it.
with a practiced flick of his wrist, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small paper spider. Its folded edges were faintly smeared with white makeup that had rubbed off from his scarred hands but offered it anyway
I never known love till I met Flutura, back then I was just a normal little gecko, livin' on instinct. then humans got their grubby little hands on me and changed everythin'
it's certainly a strange thing to feel after spendin' so long without it.
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well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
“Harlequin?” Figaro echoed. Sure they had relations but he had not formally asked to be the serpentine clown’s mate. He wasn’t even sure he would say yes..
“Does it bother you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why twisty seemed so pressed about it. Not that he was upset he was just curious. None else had commented like this.
“Isn’t that messy?” Figaro cringed slightly at the idea of juggling hands. The idea of getting dirty not to his taste.
bother me? goodness, no, I'm in love with someone else not Harley. besides, he already pegs fools for a livin'. i ain't about to start addin' to his collection.
he rolled his eyes dramatically, folding his arms across his chest as a pout formed behind his mask
as for bein' messy...well yeah. That's kind of the point. it's part of my act, and it's how i serve our wonderful purple leader here.
besides, i usually just swallow 'em whole afterwards. The best part is watchin' the look on people's faces, that spilt second of whatever to be horrified or amazed are expressions I live for
“I can understand that.”
Of course figaro was well aware that they were mainly there to scare and frighten their guests. Given the name and what not. Figaro had done so on multiple occasions with his own show.
“Then I hope the relation between yourself and whomever you choose as a mate is wonderful.” Well that was all he could really hope for.
ha, my butterfly wouldn't even want me that way. And besides i'd much rather love her from a distance
he let out a light laugh, though there was something oddly gentle beneath it.
whether she likes me back or not doesn't really matter, i know i'm not worthy of her anyway.
he said that firmly like it was a religious belief he had stood upon for a long time
“I..see.” Figaro seemed a bit taken aback by twisty’s words. He had never heard anyone use those words so casually.
“Is there anything else you would like to discuss?”
anything else i'd like to discuss? Well maybe tell me how you view love
He said as he puts a hand on his chin. his head tilting with genuine curiosity. and even though Figaro couldn't read his expression beneath the painted smile, there was no mistaking the interest in his voice.
i like learnin' how it works for other people. Gives me more to think about, more ways to understand my own feelings... and perhaps fuel a few more thoughts about my butterfly.
Figaro’s mind briefly went blank,trying to gauge how he himself truly viewed love. It was a question that he had never thought before.
“Love is..continuing to beside others even in the most difficult situations. Choosing to stay together when you know the world is potentially against you.” He recalled all those nights,huddled close to capitano. Knowing that capitano gave him more food than he should have.
“Love is a warmth in seeing the ones you care about light a room with just their presence. That being close to them can bring you joy and peace.” Mage and pierrot mainly,how figaro always felt great delight being beside them. How figaro always felt at ease in mage’s charming personality,and taking great joy in cooking with pierrot.
“Love is knowing that despite what you think of yourself,that those around you still choose you to keep in their lives. Because they find happiness in you too.” Jester had chosen him,a radiant star and pillar of the circus. Figaro had been content to stay in jester’s shadow,until jester decided he was worthy of him.
“That was probably quite wordy..I apologize.”
Twisty actually listened closely to the words, hands held what would be his cheeks under the mask. And for once the words hit close to home for him, mulling over the memory when he broke into the circus and Flutura convinced Jester to have him stay. it was something different then he usually would hear since most were quite sappy about their thoughts
Huh, that actually wasn't too bad, you really are somethin' different aren't ya? Heh and don't worry bein' too wordy it was quite nice to hear
He chuckled to himself, his voice dimming a bit into something softer and less dramatic
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
“Harlequin?” Figaro echoed. Sure they had relations but he had not formally asked to be the serpentine clown’s mate. He wasn’t even sure he would say yes..
“Does it bother you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why twisty seemed so pressed about it. Not that he was upset he was just curious. None else had commented like this.
“Isn’t that messy?” Figaro cringed slightly at the idea of juggling hands. The idea of getting dirty not to his taste.
bother me? goodness, no, I'm in love with someone else not Harley. besides, he already pegs fools for a livin'. i ain't about to start addin' to his collection.
he rolled his eyes dramatically, folding his arms across his chest as a pout formed behind his mask
as for bein' messy...well yeah. That's kind of the point. it's part of my act, and it's how i serve our wonderful purple leader here.
besides, i usually just swallow 'em whole afterwards. The best part is watchin' the look on people's faces, that spilt second of whatever to be horrified or amazed are expressions I live for
“I can understand that.”
Of course figaro was well aware that they were mainly there to scare and frighten their guests. Given the name and what not. Figaro had done so on multiple occasions with his own show.
“Then I hope the relation between yourself and whomever you choose as a mate is wonderful.” Well that was all he could really hope for.
ha, my butterfly wouldn't even want me that way. And besides i'd much rather love her from a distance
he let out a light laugh, though there was something oddly gentle beneath it.
whether she likes me back or not doesn't really matter, i know i'm not worthy of her anyway.
he said that firmly like it was a religious belief he had stood upon for a long time
“I..see.” Figaro seemed a bit taken aback by twisty’s words. He had never heard anyone use those words so casually.
“Is there anything else you would like to discuss?”
anything else i'd like to discuss? Well maybe tell me how you view love
He said as he puts a hand on his chin. his head tilting with genuine curiosity. and even though Figaro couldn't read his expression beneath the painted smile, there was no mistaking the interest in his voice.
i like learnin' how it works for other people. Gives me more to think about, more ways to understand my own feelings... and perhaps fuel a few more thoughts about my butterfly.
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
“Harlequin?” Figaro echoed. Sure they had relations but he had not formally asked to be the serpentine clown’s mate. He wasn’t even sure he would say yes..
“Does it bother you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why twisty seemed so pressed about it. Not that he was upset he was just curious. None else had commented like this.
“Isn’t that messy?” Figaro cringed slightly at the idea of juggling hands. The idea of getting dirty not to his taste.
bother me? goodness, no, I'm in love with someone else not Harley. besides, he already pegs fools for a livin'. i ain't about to start addin' to his collection.
he rolled his eyes dramatically, folding his arms across his chest as a pout formed behind his mask
as for bein' messy...well yeah. That's kind of the point. it's part of my act, and it's how i serve our wonderful purple leader here.
besides, i usually just swallow 'em whole afterwards. The best part is watchin' the look on people's faces, that spilt second of whatever to be horrified or amazed are expressions I live for
“I can understand that.”
Of course figaro was well aware that they were mainly there to scare and frighten their guests. Given the name and what not. Figaro had done so on multiple occasions with his own show.
“Then I hope the relation between yourself and whomever you choose as a mate is wonderful.” Well that was all he could really hope for.
ha, my butterfly wouldn't even want me that way. And besides i'd much rather love her from a distance
he let out a light laugh, though there was something oddly gentle beneath it.
whether she likes me back or not doesn't really matter, i know i'm not worthy of her anyway.
he said that firmly like it was a religious belief he had stood upon for a long time
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
“Harlequin?” Figaro echoed. Sure they had relations but he had not formally asked to be the serpentine clown’s mate. He wasn’t even sure he would say yes..
“Does it bother you?” He wasn’t entirely sure why twisty seemed so pressed about it. Not that he was upset he was just curious. None else had commented like this.
“Isn’t that messy?” Figaro cringed slightly at the idea of juggling hands. The idea of getting dirty not to his taste.
bother me? goodness, no, I'm in love with someone else not Harley. besides, he already pegs fools for a livin'. i ain't about to start addin' to his collection.
he rolled his eyes dramatically, folding his arms across his chest as a pout formed behind his mask
as for bein' messy...well yeah. That's kind of the point. it's part of my act, and it's how i serve our wonderful purple leader here.
besides, i usually just swallow 'em whole afterwards. The best part is watchin' the look on people's faces, that spilt second of whatever to be horrified or amazed are expressions I live for
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
Figaro blinked,confused whether he was being praised or admonished. “I..suppose perhaps I have been speaking to many yes?” He tapped his chin with a claw.
“I am unsure what the context is. Nevertheless I can still entertain you yes.”
eh, fair enough. plenty of folks don't know what i'm sayin' 'cause i talk funny. what i meant was your mates, little spider, and how you rounded up so many people. even that Harley guy!
he gave an amused shrug, the bells hanging from his clothes jingling brightly with the movement.
and I torture that guy on a daily basis but even he ended up gettin' swept up by the crowd!
Butttt... if you still wanna show me what you can do then I won't mind, might be a lot more entertainin' than me standin' around jugglin' decapitated hands.
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well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
“Ah I see. Twisty then. A pleasure to meet you. I am Figaro.” Figaro gave a small bow. He was still wary but he tried to be amicable the last time he upset an interesting stranger it didn’t end well.
“How can I be of service?”
of service? ha! i don't need ya to do anythin' like that, just entertain me a little since you became quite the show bird here, goin' left and right, gatherin' people like it was nothin'!
he chuckled, the painted smile stretching a little wider as his spiral eyes darted excitedly, following every little movement.
and even I can't do that! my butterfly would probably just whack me upside the head if i tried anythin' like it.
well well, lookie here! And she thought she could keep me away from you!
A shrill voice called from behind Figaro as a small, brightly colored performer in a yellow smiley mask appeared with unusual movements
My oh my, your a sight for sore eyes and they call me the ugly one!
as a manic laugh escaped him his words only being a joke except perhaps the part about himself being ugly
“Excuse me?” Figaro asks,turning around confused by the sudden shrill voice.
oh, don't fret yourself about it. my butterfly taught me better than to be rude during first meetings.
he waved a hand dismissively, as though the joke had never happened in the first place.
name's Twisty, by the way, and for someone already met my dearest. Surely you can be all that bad, right?
