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poppet remembers being young and rushing through life, her dear brother and her sweet bailey in tow. they’re both gone now, living their own lives and she’s left to run the circus. she often wonders if it was right to let them leave the way that she did. without her brother, she feels as though she is missing her lungs, her liver. surely she cannot see half as well without the man who shares her face

❛ whatever the sky shows me. most of the time it’s just
  snippets of the future. ❜

is her smooth reply to the little girl. there is evil in the very fabric of the child’s skin but penelope feels no fear. if the devil has designs on her, she will walk through the fire. looking upwards, past the canvas of the tent to where the stars would be, she makes herself comfortable as a vision settles behind her eyes. cirice is stern-faced and surrounded by dancing couples. the vision goes dark.

❛ but i have already noticed you, you know. maybe boys will
  not but if you’re lonely you should come and dance with me.
  it will be fun, an act of independence. ❜

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       ❛ CLAIRVOYANCE ? ❜ she ponders, more intrigued than ever. cirice can cast spells too. she remembers the talent show ; the day it was revealed to her. he stood on the stage in the form of a boy, & beckoned her. can’t you see that you’re lost without me ? words echo in her head, transfix her. she shut the doors, made people move when they didn’t want to. but cirice has other gifts too. she can be seen with cats often, make people feel warmth in darkness, fear when things seem to be too good to be true … but even then, she needs training to unlock all the things she can really do. she’s mainly self - taught, & has only known about her witchery for a short time.

       ❛ i suppose it can be both blessing & curse to possess such a talent. ❜ girl muses, & her smile grows more. ❛ dancing ? i suppose i wouldn’t object to that. ❜ little girl replies, casting gaze around the big - top tent. ❛ it’s … peculiar. ever since i arrived here, i’ve felt like i can do more. like the night here is different. i like it. it comforts me. ❜ cirice hums contentedly, looking back towards the other woman.

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