Oh my, my! Becca was already up and about by six in the evening, having spent hours to soak in her favorite tub with all the rose oil she managed to find and some luxurious bars of goat's milk and honey soap to lather her hair with. Ah, such luxuries were expensive but that's why Becca was here in the circus. The pay was fair, enough to support her lifestyle of continued wealthy experiences but it was the fact that her...condition was accepted here. See, Becca isn't just a female, she's a
male as well. Two beings in one hot, slender and over-the-fucking-top clothing to make that is she. She is Becca Hozier, the circus's self-appointed momma. Today, there's a sheen of make up on the hermaphrodite and the heavy scent of floral perfume, and a fine suit of white cotton with pink silk was perfectly tailored and starched to make a high-quality impression.
Off to the tent, Becca finds a way there and nearly dances instead of walking. A beautiful person needed to stay beautiful with some sort of fuel to keep the rainbow machine on the go and that's just why she was here. Just as booted feet find a way to the dining room and kitchen, someone else exits and lo and behold, who is it? It's Ryou! Blonde hair and all, blue eyes and that to-die-for white skin. Becca nearly begins to drool at the sight of face porn, flawless was this lovely magician. Maybe, just maybe he could magic his way to her bed one night...Hehe, whoopsie. Bad momma. Yes, that's right. Becca is one
bad momma sometimes. Hey, hell is warm this time of year, so why die someday without living that edge that was made to be reached? Yellow-green eyes are glued for a brief moment to the fine white skin and then onto those deep, cerulean blue eyes. They're such a light blue, it could probably calm the heart of a demon. Was she a demon? That depends.
"My, my, dear Ryou-chan..." Becca steps in front of Ryou's path and waves with that wink of her's. She's wearing pink gloves, that white top hat and the tall leather boots, looking quite out of place in the area where circus performers were not as glamourous wearing people other than in their performing outfits. This was not only a performing outfit for the transgendered woman, but also everyday clothing. Yes, Becca is so fabulous that she needs a top hat because all that awesome has to go
somewhere."Whatever are you mumbling about, Ryou-chan? You're looking adorable as always, my little 'white magician'." There's that smug chuckle. "If you need help, Ryou-momma would be glad to help. Tell momma what's bothering you so." Carefully, does she lean forward, that wicked smile on her lips and blinks her pretty eyes just to encourage awkwardness if possible.
Amelie came and Okami's adrenaline is sent sky-high. Her appearance meant that soon he'd be back to laughing at death again tonight. She was the only he could probably ever give a trust brownie point to. He had to, in order to perform. His life was in her hands when they swing from bar to bar or platform to platform. He caught her and she did catch him on the tight-rope. Their act, as she mentioned was fairly new from the same old flying acrobat routine. It had juggling swords and daggers as well as other things. He nodded to his partner and took the knife from Spade, looking over the bloodied blade that still shone through the crimson liquid. It fascinated him to wonder, what would his body look like with a samurai sword skewered through his chest, it made him wonder if it'd be just as bloody as the knife he held but he blinks before he can continue thoughts of death.
Death, in a way fascinated the purple haired man. The acrobat dealt with death daily, each time he stood on the tight-rope and performed. One slip, and he'd fall to his death fifty feet down. Maybe this was the reason for his fascination and interest or maybe it could be something else entirely. Even the Wolf himself did not know, and nor did he even care. There were more important things to be done than think brainlessly on your feet all day. Amelie had pointed this out. They had rehearsal and he wasn't even dressed in his show clothes. He had a black decorated vest with black trousers and either black shoes or barefeet. Amelie's was a bit different since it was designed for a woman. Basically, their outfits were similar.
"If I fall.." Okami looked in Spade's eyes for a moment. "Then so be it. I welcome death." He took the knife and demonstrated on his finger how to balance the blade perfectly even. Because he touched the side of the blade and not the edge, he was not cut, but blood still dripped from the blade onto his hand and body.
"Balance is the key and the key to balance is to learn how to steady yourself. Come see me when the show is over if you still want help." With a flick of the wrist, Okami flips the blade from the side on his finger and grabbed a hold of the hilt before turning the handle back to Spade in respect. If he had faced Spade's body with the blade itself, it is a sign of disrespect and so far, Okami was giving Spade a chance. He never gives chances to anyone unless they prove to him to be trust-worthy.
He had no experience with Spade, and this the bloodied man's chance to gain his trust. It was hard to gain trust from anyone, but even more so for Okami. Just this one time, he swears will be all. This behavior is dangerous, the cause of his dilated pupils and the pounding of his heart. Adrenaline still coursed in his body and it sent every nerve into overdrive with anticipation. Adrenaline could be the culprit for this uncharacteristic behavior, or maybe...Maybe the Wolf's soul is tired of being alone.
Purple eyes glance at Amelie and he nods again. It's a confirmation that they are indeed going to rehearse. One could almost swear that there is that look of earnest and eagerness in his eye as he looks at his partner. It's almost as if Okami speaks unspoken words from his eyes. Wordless, and lost in translation-these little emotions disappear into nothingness and soon the old Okami Tsundere is back into his shell and relaxes, becoming reserved like he normally is. Balance, that's right...Balance and self-discipline was the key to everything. Without it, some will surely die.
"Let's go." He speaks in that cold tone, that rough voice he always had to everyone, but he speaks to Amelie now. He speaks, to the one person out of all performers the Wolf could dare to trust or maybe even dare call something close to being a friend.
