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Post by epicchibi on Jul 15, 2012 8:20:03 GMT -5
Hope sat in the big top. Candles flouting, glowing, The flame flickers with each passing breath. Eyes glowing she looked to the flouting candles with tender eyes. "Spirits of the flame flutter and Blaze" Sitting from her places her tail moved flinging her self up. The ones kind a and genital flames. Roured becoming great infernos. Connecting to each other making one big massive controllable ring of fire. Dancing from candle to candle then off it took shape of a person from a past memory. Hope stood there angered "Enough flames enough!"
Back to flickering trickster flames on the wick of the half melted candle. Sighing she turned Rubbing her head. "Well we cant uses that spell for the show" From the flames a few took shapes. Small whisp. Giggling and chuckling. Hope glared "Whillo whisp, You " she shook her claw at them. But didn't do much they lived in the flamed.Its what they did. "Go dances" Chuckling the dragon watched the little spirits of the flame hope from candle to candle. Leaving her spot she picked up a few old books she was reading "My my... I need something new for the show" Hope took her work series. And We will have to face it she did love dazzling and frighting the mortals now. And not have to be hunted. But to them it was all just smoke and mears and some really good effects and make up.
Flipping the pages Hope sat tail twitching to control the amount of the wisps moment and how far they go. With a little sigh. Fire was fire, and she didn't want to burn the tent down. Again. It was more like on her first day on the job, she may have over done it.And with that she told her self not to uses fire until she had a better idea and control over it. For a dragon you would think she would. But hell there are still magic that gives her problems. And shes a dragon. "Maybe form them in to people?" she asked her self. With that the wisps chuckled to them selves. Gathering together and taking two shapes. Both men and both she knew and loved dearly.
Finaly notesing what was going on. Hope turned and looked.Blushing a tinted pink, she gave a little his. "Cut that out you wiper snappers, Taking the shapes of Voltir and Lev, honestly!" Waving her wings to gust the flames away "Off with you go on" the little chuckles and giggles filled the tent again as the flames went back to the flouting candles and there wicks. "Really now.." This silence and being alone was getting to her. Why did she prefer it this way again? Putting her radio on. Classical music filled the little are. That's right, she had to be alone, to keep safe, to hide. But she had a family and friends? She question it a little. Rubbing her neck she took the hair pin out. Stairing at the now antiquities that it was. She was going to out live most of everyone on here right? So why get to attached its been he same for years on end. "Uuug why in the great creations name am i doing this?" falling back she layed on the ground, hair sprawled out and just watched the flouting candles that were around. That was a question she could not find an answer to.
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 15, 2012 21:29:18 GMT -5
Setting his silky, red plumed quill pen down, Voltaire brought his fingers up and massaged his brow. Finances always gave him a headache. He scooted his chair out from his desk, and standing up, he turned down the lantern that sat beside his messy paperwork to a low dim and grabbed his cane and his suit jacket to protect him from the bitter night breeze. The night air always shot straight through him to his old bones despite his thick build. The caravan shook slightly as he stepped down those weak, wooden steps and down onto the cold, lifeless ground below. He gave the door an extra tug to keep it shut because it has been known to blow open. He'd have to find room on his schedule to do something about that.
As he made his way forward, through the circus grounds from the back, he made note of every little thing that moved, every little sign of life, which in the dead of night wasn't much. He saw lights flicker out one-by-one. As he came 'round to the front of the premises, he noticed a faint glow from under the main show tent. Without giving it much thought, he entered the tent, only to find the dragon princess sprawled across the ground, candles lit around her. "Can't sleep?" he inquired, rubbing at the back of his neck.
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 15, 2012 21:56:55 GMT -5
(*sits her and giggles about the dragon princess now*)
Opening her eyes she met his. She gave a white toothy smile to him "In a way yes and no" she sighed. Rolling to her side then pushed her self up. Rolling her shoulders she released her wings from that damn magic spell she has them under. Pulling an earring from her ear she bit her lip when the popped out from her back. She had made the spell move quickly and as painless as she could make it. But face it. That charm hurt like hell. But she was uses to it by now. Stretching her wings she sighed "And what are you doing up?" Looking at his atier, she fixed his jacket collar smoothing it out and his hair.
"Really Volly, you best not be up this late doing paper work, I keep telling you, heir someone who is good with that" she snapped her fingers trying to remember the word "Accounting" pointed to him as soon as she remembered "You need your sleep too, you know" smiling lightly, as she used her wing to poke a candle the flouted by back.
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 15, 2012 22:26:01 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't so much as usher a flinch as Hope made herself more comfortable. "Eh, I might have been doing something of the likes.." he said softly. He reached up and re-ruffed up his collar and jacket, playfully making her efforts worthless, then suddenly he raised his voice and added, "And hey, I'll have you know I'm good at it.. it just.. doesn't come to me immediately," he chuckled. "Besides, you know I can't sleep - not when I have children to take care of," he stated, referring to his carnies. "Hiring someone else to do my work wouldn't allow me to take care of everyone," he said in a softer tone, suddenly looking around at the candles instead.
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 15, 2012 22:38:37 GMT -5
The candles flickered with there lights as they flouted about. it was simple thing really. Levitation spells that kept them about and and the light brezze of the weather made them move and flout. "I thank you for that....You know I do..But Volly. Really. Hiar someone to do the numbers for you. You cant do everything on your own.." she is sure one to talk. Reaching her wing flexed up to little candle that would soon go out. A wisp crying not knowing what to do. Taking the candle she pulled the wick from its wax and the plucked one of her long blue hairs. "There you go" speaking sweetly to the spirit. "But then again .." she turned smiling as her eye's glowed from the light of the flame "You should let me help with the protecting..." He was doing so much for them and her. Keeping them safe. But some how Hope felt that he was carrying to much wait on his shoulders alone. Leting the hair flout next to her she re worked the wax making it longer and merged her hair to it so it was the new wick. "Of you go" The dragon and he ways. were odd in deed. speaking to spirits of myths. Trying so hard to kepe magic alive in this cold world. Sighing she fluffed her feathers. Looking she was some what lost in thought again. "Just a suggestion I guess...I know you are going to say no, and I know you know I'm just going to keep on insisting on you letting me help watch over everyone.... dispute me...begin well what I am.."
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 15, 2012 23:26:03 GMT -5
"You almost sound like it's a hindrance. You being what you are, I mean. There's nothing wrong with that, and don't you forget it." Voltaire sighed, and his expression just kept getting more grim. "I have no problem with you protecting everyone, just allow me to protect them and you as well. I've worked hard to get what I have, so I don't want to put it all in just anyone's hands.. you understand that." If you studied him long enough, you might be able to come to the conclusion that he was even scared.
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 15, 2012 23:49:02 GMT -5
Hope watched from the corner of her eye. She did not like that look she saw in him "Volly" she said lightly. Moving slowly over to him, she stretched her wing out to him covering the two. "My dear sweet silly boy, I am a hindrance" she smirked "But.." cupping her hands under his chin she smiled to him none the less "I only ask to higher someone for though's blasted numbers." she pulled her wings away and used them to mess of his hair "Silly boy, I know you are a hard worker and you have so much pride in that. The great ones above so do i. But that does not mean you have to do everything your self. Ask for help from now an again.Look for someone you could trust at lest.." She turns and spun making a gust of the wind. sending the candles dancing about "Take it from someone how has more pride and gave in to a silly young boy who asked a dragon of the lake to join him in putting on a great show..." she turned "And for what..... giving me something I could0n't do alone anymore" She wished he would have more faith in them. in her at lest. It to a lot for her to simply say yes. "And for what... a promes to keep me safe for what eve is out there that wants to hunt me down" she sighed .Shoulders slumping a little. She soon crossed her arms looking down, worried. "I just dont like seeing you like this... it just makes me worried..that's all... I do care for you , you know"
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 16, 2012 0:09:55 GMT -5
"Oh come now, don't bring that up. I was a strange youth," Voltaire scoffed. "I still don't know what it was that made me want this so bad," he pondered as he scratched at the scruff forming on his chin. "It's just a silly childhood dream, I guess." Crossing his arms, he watched her intently before muttering, "What made you trust that stranger of a boy, anyways?"
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 16, 2012 0:19:37 GMT -5
"You had an air of confidences about you." She started. She kicked at the ground a little. Recalling though days she chuckled "And believe it or not I was restless. board out of my skull. I have seen may things in my time. I knwo you have to." She smirked as she turned to push a candle away. Hearing the music her ears perked to its lovely sound " And I thought to my self 'What will happen if I go with this boy? will i die here of doing nothing in this like, or find something interesting in this new modern world?' She chuckled at that thought "I would like to point out you were very adorable back then, and you gave me a run for my money when I joined your show. You have made my live so far very enjoyable and I do thank you for that...." She danced a little. She held her claws out to him "Hummer this old dragon and dance, please?"
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 16, 2012 0:43:18 GMT -5
Voltaire watched, amused at the dragon's antics. "Hah! Adorable, my ass," he muttered under his breath. Hesitantly, he unfolded his arms and gingerly took her hands in his. "Now.. I haven't done this for centuries. I could be a little rusty." He stepped closer then lightly bowed before placing one arm around her petite waist, gently pulling her in. Exhaling a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding, the two slowly began to drift across the floor. "I almost forgot what it was like to have fun without having work intertwined with it.." he said lowly, almost in a whisper.
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 16, 2012 1:07:35 GMT -5
Closes so close. Studing his fetures he had aged so much over the years they have been together. Onces a cute and adorable young man and now A , well still adorable. But if she told him that now. He would be in a fit. Hoped Flushed slightly enjoying this little moment that they were having.
This was a good thing "I heard that" she teased him. Smirking She notes the little things. He worked so hard to do what he does. Run the show, make sure everyone had everything that they needed. And made sure the everythign was in top shape. "Its nice to wind down every now and then" This was a good thing. To have fun when they can, and work when they can.
"This is nice.. to do something like this with each other every now and then" she mused lightly in a hushed tone.
(i feel the need to draw this seen )
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 16, 2012 1:26:40 GMT -5
"Ah. Yeah," he nodded, looking up at the ceiling of the tent around them. Having switched his attention, he lost focus of his footing and felt his foot lightly graze her's. He looked down at their feet quickly then back up to her. "Hehh, sorry." He gave her a nervous smirk before looking back at the tent surrounding them, then to the candles, then to the tent again. After surveying everything, he returned his gaze back to Hope. He figured he'd try his best to keep his composure from now on, but it was getting late and he was losing grip of himself.
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 16, 2012 1:32:24 GMT -5
Something was off and she really couldn't put her foot on it. Well she couldn't when Voltaire did. He didn't mean it, but the man was distracted, or Elf. She still had no clue what in the world he was yet. and it was bugging her that she didn't know. "You seem distracted Volly...." she cut the dancing short. "Whats the mater?"
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Post by Voltaire on Jul 16, 2012 1:44:34 GMT -5
Sighing, he wiped his face with his hand. "I'm just tired and can't focus. I feel like I have to be doing something constantly." He took a step back and adjusted his jacket before continuing, "I have a couple more papers to work on and then I'll get some sleep, I guess. I'll have to find someone to budget the Cirque, whenever I can make time for it."
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Post by epicchibi on Jul 16, 2012 1:52:30 GMT -5
She took in a breath and sighed "You.Bed.Now" Moving towards him Hope spun him around " you can finish your paper work when it day light out" she said giving him a push, She was going to follow him there even if he protested "Honestly, you out of anyone needs a day off" she hissed. One thing that did not change over time she had notes. Men still had longer eyelashes, and they insisted on working late into the night until they were fleeing in there paper work and covered in ink.
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