#anyways hello here is the starter im so sorry for the wait HCFSUIFV

[magickedhat]

@theaterism​

wren wouldn’t describe themself as a coward.

selfish, however, would fit them like a golden-striped glove.

they’d evaded foxtrot for days.   hidden behind and in-between mirrors, their reflection veiled in the blind corners they’d invented through trial and error and need;  disappearing in the shadow-clad circus paths foxtrot had yet to memorize;  spending long hours hopping between tents, breaking a game or entering a sword fight with a zanni, the harmless metal providing only a breadth of release. 

finding little things from him.   gifts, unsaid messages from his nimble fingers.   stitching their story together until they were sound enough to tell it.

they knew foxtrot was helping in the upcoming play.   as much as they avoided him, the tight-knit circus was no place for secrets, and within a day everyone knew about the new stagehand.   (wren’s boyfriend, but they aren’t seeing each other a lot, have you noticed?---do you think...?---i’m surprised wren has lasted this long.)   they entered the dream palace like slipping into a memory, and they inhaled deeply before finding fox in the grand, impossible auditorium.

“hey,” they said to him, as though they hadn’t seen him in years or in minutes.   they stood between the sheets, the marble wall splitting in half around them.  “can i-- talk to you?   can we go outside?”