~Thomas~ AKA The Ringmaster
It's dark out, as I like it. There's grey clouds looming overhead, which makes me feel oddly safe. It gives the circus a gloomy feel. As if it would need clouds to make it gloomy. This is probably the most scariest circus anyone will ever come upon. We only show our 'good' side, though, to people who come to see us. I don't understand why the joy in seeing these people. They're just different. There's nothing wrong with them. Nonetheless, I display them.
As I'm sitting there, in my little trailor, there's a knock at the door. "Come in," I call.
In steps one of the circus members. She's not that much different. She just has blue cat eyes. No big deal. Otherwise, she looks completely normal.
"Ringmaster?" she asks, then sets her cat eyes on me. "Oh, there you are. Are you ready for tonight?"
I look from the window to her. "Yes, thanks kitty." Why did she name herself that?
She leaves me and I sigh, then stand. I grab my torn top hat, and look myself over in the mirror. My tall, black laced up boots. The black jacket and black jeans under. I know, they're heans. It doesn't matter. I pull on some black gloves and run my fingers under my eyes, which have been smudged with eyeliner. I look creepy. I won't deny it. With that, I pull my old top hat over my eyes, running my fingers over the edge, the bridge caught between my forefinger and thumb.
I step off the trailor, and into the night air. I inhale the fresh scent. It's exhilarating. I love it. The moon is high and I feel alive. I just want to stand here and enjoy this moment forever, but I can't. So I start making my way to the tent. I see it behind the trees, tall and eerie.
"Son of a bitch!" I hear someone half whisper, half hiss.
I turn to see a boy standing there. His pitch black hair, covering his eyes. He's wearing a black shirt, black jeans, and big black combat boots. He's completely colorless. I wonder what color his eyes are. He looks so...different from everyone else. I like it. I shake my head. No. I am a man. I don't think like that.
"Stupid laces, he curses himself, leaning down to tie up his boots.
I shrug, thinking it's best to leave him there, and continue on my way. As I'm preparing for the performance, I can't get the boy off my mind. Why?
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Circus (BoyxBoy)
RomanceI watch as the Ringmaster shuts the door and locks it with a key that hangs around his neck, then I'm left in darkness. As I sit there, tugging at the ropes binding at my wrists, there's a crash from the bathroom and in comes other than Evan.
