Circus of the insane

(XD its fine, I didn't even notice till now, are you alright? XD)
He turned to the crowd "Now, I sense some unease amongst you, and I completely understand if this is uncomfortable for some. But I assure you, I do nothing without the consent and trust of my volunteers." He took the cloth and walked over to a man. "Sir would you mind putting these on, of course for sanitary reasons." Vasilios handed the man a pair of white gloves similar to his own. "Now, if you please, hold the cloth by a white corner. Firmly but not to harsh. Like you would a close friend, a spouse, a lover." He spun back towards the center, towards Elena and smiled. "Now my dear, hold out your hands once more. Don't worry, I won't ask for blood anymore."

(I'm fine lol that was a stupid idea XD )
Elena watched the sample being passed on to another man. She then tenderly held out her hands, a slight tremble apparent. The blood had stopped welling in the puncture, and it looked as if was already closed, and the ache was disappearing.

(XD)
He nodded once satisfied by the setup and smiled "Now Elena, I need you to do something important and crucial to this little trick of mine. Close your hands into fists." he said demonstrating with his own hands. He turned back to the man "now sir, every second I count until I reach three, I want you to shake the cloth." He nodded and turned his back to him "everyone ready?"

The crowd shouted replies of agreement that felt a hundred miles away. Elena closed her hands and clenched them in front of her. She half nodded when Vasilios asked if everyone was ready, but remembered she was on stage. She was actually more excited then scared, but she could only hope he didn't feel offended she was acting so fearful. She clenched her palms tighter.

He raised his hands for silence. Once the crowd died down he came behind Elena "dearest, relax. Nothing's going to happen to you. I promise." He whispered against her ear, his warm sweet breath against her skin. He walked back to the middle of the room and turned to the man. "1…" The man shook the cloth "2…" He shook it again "3…" Vasilios waved his hands dramatically, the cloth in the man's hand turned to white butterflies stained with red in the corner. Thousands of the insects fluttered around, some landing on vasilios's hand. He walked over to Elena and took her hand in his "open them"

Elena automatically shivered, a scent of roses penetrating the air. She took a few deep breaths, calming down. She watched warily as the man shook the cloth; Once, twice, and-
She gasped. The room filled with white butterflies, seeming to pour out of what originally was a white cloth. As she turned, her fists still clenched in a tight ball, she noticed a small red stain in the corners of their wings, suspiciously looking like a blood stain. She gazed at them in wonder, the crowd alight with gasps of astonishment. She laughed, a few landing on her. She held still as one sat curiously on her aquiline nose.
"Open them." Vasilios said, breaking her thoughts. She obeyed, loosening her hands.

He smiled and gently took the butterfly off her nose, standing very close "Beautiful, aren't you?" He made it so he looked like he was talking to the butterfly in his hand, but in his and Elena's reality, he was talking to her, and her alone. He stood closer and whispered in her ear "You are the true magic here,"

Elena almost pulled away at the sudden remark. For some peculiar reason, she believed that Vasilios was talking to her instead of the butterfly he let balance on his fingertips. It was only when he took a step toward her and whispered those words next to her ear that she shook herself out of it, a mixture of nonplus and embarrassement clouded her features.
The butterfly settled on his hand fluttered its wings in pace to her heart.
(So should the butterflies go away now? Like into a hat or something XD)

(yeah)
He tilted his head with a smile at her reaction. "Definitely the most beautiful volunteer I've had up here," he whispered, the butterfly in his hand fluttered in response. He laughed lightly and pulled his hat off "back home pretty one." he coaxed the butterfly gently. The rest of the winged creatures flew into the hat at his gentle words, soon filling the tent back with serene darkness. He walked to the side of Elena and offered her his arm "allow me to walk you back to your seat, the least I could do to thank you for your help."

Elena let out a small breath as the butterflies suddenly poured into the hat at an alarming speed, emptying the tent of insects within half a minute. It looked like a huge bottleneck, the beautiful winged insects almost flowing into the hat. And with that, they disappeared. Childishly, she whispered goodbye to them, wishing they could stay a bit longer. Vasilios offered her his arm and smiled at her. More gracefully this time, she took it and smiled brightly back at him, delighted that she was a part of this stunning show.

He smiled as she waved goodbye to the butterflies, genuinely surprised that she wasn't scared of the red tipped creatures. He guided her back to her seat and sat her down with a bow "thank you for helping me." He said softly before turning and walking down back towards the middle. "Enough of me, I'd like to introduce my friends. First up, she was known as an outcast in her own town, sad yes I know. But now she had the oprtinity to travel the world. It give me immense pleasure to introduce to you Arabella." He announced with a grin as the winged girl stepped out onto the circus floor

Elena was led back to her seat. When he thanked her for volunteering, she couldn't find the voice to thank him back. She ended up staring back at him until he walked away. As he walked back up the stage, she took a few deep breaths until her heart rate slowed back down. She listened intensely, trying to hear what he was saying.
"…to introduce to you Arabelle" Was all she caught before the crowd erupted in cheers, someone peeking out from behind the curtains before stepping out onto the circus floor.
Elena almost choked. The litte girl had… Wings? She grinned then, a smile splitting her face.
It was time to enjoy the show.

Vasilios glanced behind his shoulder at the shy girl and turned to her, walking back and guiding her gently to the center. "Forgive me audience, it's her first performance." He leaned in and wispered a few things in Arabella's ear, causing her to blush, and then nod. Once reasured that she was ok, Vasilios retreated behind the curtain

Elena leaned forward in her seat, her feet tapping on the floor. She stared curiously at the girl on stage, the delicate (white? if not, then nevermind this part) feathers making up her wings almost shimmering under the lights. She was beautiful.

A boy in white and black came over and sat next to Elena, watching silently. After a few moments, he turned to her with eyes full of childish dreams "enjoying the show I hope," he said with a familiar grin

"Ah." Elena was startled by the sudden noise, her hair whipping back and forth to find the origin of the sound. It landed on a boy wearing monochrome, though she did not recognize him. Something about that smile made her furrow her brows. Was he familiar?
"I-Yeah, I am enjoying the show very much." She replied, hesitantly smiling back at him.

He nodded satisfied with the answer she gave. "You did amazing down there by the way." He said softly, lazily leaning back in his seat and watching her with a smile

She noticed his smile in her peripheral vision, and her own grin wavered. She felt awkward, not looking at him while he was staring at her. "Uh, thanks."
Elena dug her fingers into the chair to prevent from biting the nails nervously.

"It's ok if you feel akward, I usually don't meet with my volunteer's after the performance, consider yourself special." He stood and casually walked off, leaving a dark purple and gold card with silver fillagree around the edges at his seat.
if you wish to meet again, meet me by the fountain outside the Night tent

(Did she hear that part or…?)

(she read on the card he left behind)

Elena looked curiously at the card left on the seat he sat in. For a moment, she thought to return the card, but then realized it was for her and hastily snatched it. The card itself was quite a masterpiece, but the exquisite calligraphy written in gold ink caught her attention.
She scanned the words on the beautiful card, and nodded. She remembered seeing something that looked like a fountain while walking into the place. After a short moment of consideration, she decided she would indeed go to the fountain. He seemed like a nice man. She inferred, stuffing the card into the pocket of her pleated pants.
(So she's basically wear a simple ruffle sleeve white blouse, polished black flats with a round point, and a very light pink elastic pleated pant thing that looks very loose on her XD
As innocent as one can get lmao )

(just have to say this now, I freaking love the detail you put into your responses, I need to learn from rp people like you)
Vasilios stood by marble fountain, tracing the gray veins in the stone while flipping a tarot card in another. Wearing a white button down shirt, slightly see through because of the moonloght and black pants. He looked like a dark angel in the night. He smiled to himself and flicked his hand, revealing a white rose.
pretty thing

(aaa, thank you so much! I try my best ><
Btw, so the man was Vasilios?? But wasn't he on the stage, doing the show?)
After the enticing show, Elena skipped out of the tent exit. She glanced around her, looking for the fountain mentioned in the card. Just a few yards away was a marble fountain, literally shining against the moonlight that reflected off of it. She spotted a figure standing beside it. Elena walked toward it, her curiousity peaking.
Vasilios? She whispered.
He was radiant. The immaculate fountain looked shabby next to the Circus Prince.

(yeah, vasilios left to go backstage, changed and then came out to meet Elena. The man she met with and vasilios are the same, sorry for not clearing that up.)
He glanced up as he heard his name wispered. He straightened from his position on the fountain, rolling his shoulders slightly as if he were ruffling his non existent wings.
"I see you found my card, not many are to keen as to have noticed it." He gave a theatric bow. "You continue to mistify me my dear, with your cleverness." He spoke gently, as if to a lost puppy. He smiled and gestured for her to join him "don't worry, I don't bite…much." he winked and leaned over the lip of the marble fountain, tracing a delicate finger in the clear water below

Elena grinned in recognition. She walked faster, almost jogging toward him with an eager expression.
"Ah, really? I thought it was quite easy to find." She said, surprised. But then she remembered how the seat was a strikingly similiar color to the card. Almost so similiar that someone could mistaken it as part of the seat. She patted herself on the back in her mind for finding the card.
Vasilios gestured for her to join him, and she did so with little hesitation. Carefully, she lifted herself onto the lip of the fountain. She then fixed her loose pants so it flowed naturally down to her feet.

He glanced up at her through dark lashes and smiled "careful, I've known many to fall back into the water." He stood and turned to her, offering a hand to help her down "come, walk with me." He gestured to the path leading around the Circus grounds. "things are much different at night than in the day. More mysterious, more beautiful, more enticing." Moonlight cut across his face, illuminating the shadows around his cheek area and bringing out his dark eyes

"Hm?" Elena had thought that this would only be a small conversation with no need for further movement. She accepted his hand and hopped down, feeling a bit embarrassed. Usually, Elena would go to this Circus only for the shows Vasilios held. She never really explored the grounds much, so this would be quiet the experience.
Elena nodded along to his comment. The night was truly a unique time, but unlike normal people, she was still scared of the dark. She never really let go of those irrational fears of a young one, flinching away from needles and hiding under the covers of her bed when lightning storms hit too close to home.
Unconciously, she inched closer to him. He was comforting in a weird way. Elena felt safe and protected around him, but not in a motherly fashion…
She tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear.

He noted the movement from Elena "not a fan of the dark I see," he said with a slight grin "don't worry, nothing here is going to hurt you, that's not to say they aren't dangerous." He flicked his hand, a gold and black dagger with rubies encrusted in it's hilt appearing in his hand. "A dagger can disguise itself as a rose," he flicked his hand again, the dagger was replaced by a blood red rose, it's petals tipped with white. "Or a a devil as an angel, neither mean they can't kill or sin." His gaze was focused on the path in front of them, though occasionally it would wander to Elena. Vasilios caught himself multiple times doing so and silently chatisied himself.
What was it with this girl that made him feel so weak, willing to do anything for her? Willing to share everything he had with her

Elena yelped uncharacteristically when a blade appeared from thin air into Vasilios's palms. It gave off a gothic vintage feel, dark red rubies shimmering dangerously on its hilt. One second it was there, the next it was gone, replaced with a crimson red rose. It's petals were tipped with a pure white.
She bit her lip, gazing at the wooded area around them.
"Where are we going?" She whispered. The moonlight peeked out from under the large trees that twisted all around them. She shivered, a slight chill seeping through the thin material of her blouse.