|ava harlan. (nestling) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-08-16 03:41:00
The carousel was miraculously undamaged in light of recent events, and for that Ava was grateful. Squatting on her heels, she brushed her fingers against the polished hooves of a mock Arabian stallion and, with considerable difficulty, tried not to imagine the aged wood splintering under a hail of gunfire, the bullets reverberating between the gilded poles, producing sparks that burst forth in a dangerous haze of light and shadow. Breathing heavy, she shivered in spite of the dense humidity and tucked her hands into her pockets, regretting the way her imagination seemed to delight in torturing her, the trauma surprisingly fresh in her mind even though they were already hundreds of miles from Rome, safely ensconced in a temple complex sworn to deities of a different age. She needed to get out, or, at the very least, get away from the disorienting lights of the attractions and the gloomy penumbra of the local monuments.
Crossing the Midway, Ava waved briefly to a group of roustabouts passing a cigarette between them, her eyes lingering on the pale smoke circulating above their heads like a storm cloud. The sight called to mind recent memories of Jade, a characteristic cigarette dangling between his lips, a casual smile poised to take shape on his bright face. Although she typically experienced a dreamlike sense of comfort while in close proximity to the carousel, she felt curiously at home in the Wonderland Gardens her friend maintained, surrounded by lush vines and mountainous clusters of succulents, bathed in the scent of all things green and growing.
Intrigued by the prospect of a new pitcher plant, the blonde drew back the folds of the massive tent and stepped tentatively inside, knowing the fae's assemblage of plants would announce her presence long before she uttered a word.