Siberia | S. Rogers

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.03 | No Future

It was opening night and everyone had been chatting excitingly about the show. No matter how times they did this a year everyone still got giddy for opening night.

The buzz around the circus was a feeling everyone could feel together. It was a moment where animosity between people was forgotten and the harmony of circus magic began.

Something prickled and pulled at her skin, the buzz of the atmosphere turning from a normal night to something more majestic. Merida always loved the shift in the environment because for a few moments she could simply close her eyes and imagine herself in the circus as someone else.

Someone other than the beast.

Sometimes she would imagine herself on top of the elephant, riding with a sparkly silver dress and a cute silver head ban to match. Other times she would daydream she was an acrobat, flying high in the air as the freedom of the wind whipped around her body.

Her cold hard reality settled into her bones when she opened her eyes and stared at her face in the mirror of her dressing room. She wore a gold V-neck style dress, the front radiating gold shimmers so bright she had to squint at times when she caught the reflection in the mirror.

It was all glam and very eye catching which was the effect that Killian liked to go for in her act; Entice the audience of a beautiful young maiden but surprise them by the beast she really was.

Killian chose most of her wardrobe.

Her hair had been styled in loose curls, her right hand carefully setting the last curl into place as she turned off the curling iron and placed it on her boudoir. Her hands daintily placed silk black and gold gloves upon her hands, pushing the fabric up her arms and over the blemished scars on her wrist.

Her eyes rose to the mirror once more and she paused. Her eyeshadow was vivid gold and her eyebrows were even bolder. It made a statement.

It was no surprise he chose a gold dress.

Gold was flashy.

It radiated luxury, elegance and virtue, which were ironically three things she didn't feel she could relate to in the slightest but Killian insisted on a lot of gold in her wardrobe.

Her eyelashes were coated in a thick blend of mascara while her cheeks had been painted a nice bronze to highlight her face. Beneath the makeup was a chained little girl whose eyes dulled in comparison to how they used to be.

Merida took the antique wooden white brush from the brush holder and flipped it over in her hands, the initials on the back were her mother's. Her fingertips brushed the initials and for a moment she was taken back to when she was a kid.

When her mother was still alive.

She quickly placed the brush down and took a last look in the mirror before getting up and making a beeline towards a certain individual who she had wanted to talk with all day but hadn't had the time.