Re: Carnivale
The tilt of his head came again, and he was silent for the longest moment, just the sound of the carnivale in the distance, the cacophony of sound that passed for enjoyment. No, the carnivale doesn't hold much in the way of interest for him. Once upon a time, it might have, when he was younger, more innocent, before the world happened and pulled him down. But now, he keeps to the shadows, on the fringe of the world that he didn't quite belong in any longer.
"If I could do it?" There's incredulity in his voice. "I wouldn't parade such a talent around where just anyone could see it. You don't know who watches, who waits in the shadows, just waiting for a moment to come and steal you - and your gift - away. It's dangerous, doing such things. Incredibly dangerous."
At his side, his hand twitched, pale fingers clenching and relaxing.
"Keep it to yourself, what you can do. Keep it to yourself before they see." It's whispered out, lips behind the mask which reveals nothing to the outside. It's better behind the mask, where no one can see him, where no one can look too closely. He'll let them see what he wants them to see. This? This is the way it has to be.