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Dick never left the circus. He lives his life carrying on the Flying Grayson legacy at Haly's Traveling Circus. Until one day, a new group of circus performers, the Danger Family, joined the train. Being the closest to his age...
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"Our future selves
are looking at the memories
we're making together"
-cringe i wrote in notes app <3
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For a moment, he was a figment of another's imagination.
The light and fluffy feeling scattered all over him. Nothing felt real and yet the tight ring which rung around his head held firmly. Each heart beat felt as if it came from his brain; just behind his eyes.
Then, it was over. Like it never had happened at all.
Which was...unfair. Everything he went through and sacrificed tonight felt like it had been for nothing. Why did he suddenly feel alright again? Physically alright. Mentally he was heartbroken for his missed performance.
Dick found the strength to get up and sneak out the back door. Uncle Haly was on stage giving out final announcements which made for the perfect time to escape. Before heading out the door, he grabbed a cloak which matched his raven hair and clumsily put it on. Heading outside backwards so he could continue tieing the cape on while his vision was not being obstructed.
It was a bit chilly. The winds caressed his face which sent shivers down his spine. It was a stark difference from the borderline boiling temperature he was feeling before. Dick placed his hands on his face and huffed out some air. Watching the breath take form and disappear like smoke.
He was proud, albeit a bit disappointed still, of his new friend's performances. Dick would've congratulated them on their way out, but a few minutes ago he thought he was going to die on that couch. His cold hands soothed his warm face, and his warm face regulated his cold hands.
The grounds away from the carnival were crunchy. A mixture of dirt, pebbles and grass with no rhyme or reason. As Dick got further away from the fluorescent light, it predictability began to get harder to see. The only thing keeping Dick sure he was going in the right direction was the muttered shouts from afar.
Once the circus boy stepped over the train tracks, the ground could be described as cereal textured he noted, Dick could see some figures in the distance. While they seemingly blended into the night with these new costumes, that red hair was recognizable anywhere. Soon enough, more familiar head shapes started sneaking up. Diane's ponytail could be spotted a mile away.
At first, Dick was going to make a grand entrance. Cartwheeling into view based on the fact it's been hours since his last one. However, the closer he approached the family, the more suspicious Dick became of their conversation. Ever since this morning, he'd been a little bit more weary of the teens, yes. Now that he thinks about it, sneaking out during a performance while wearing all black? Dick frowned. He couldn't help but think about the recent robberies going around wherever their last shows had been.
