12-15-2023, 10:01 PM
Roza’s reaction was sublime. To crawl inside another’s skin and feel every iota of feeling trapped within them was always transcendent; she didn’t know how others survived without it. Directing those emotions into another was useful, sometimes even fun – especially on stage. But knowing everything Roza felt now was purely her, that was something else.
“He’s looking for the high again already. Let him look. He won’t find it anywhere but the carnival.” The words came out with the nonchalance of truth. Esper did Zeke’s bidding, but had no vested stake in the outcome. And Cruz would find his way back. Fear like the kind he chased diluted with every experience, and what he’d felt first inside these dark halls would be mediocre now. The high he sought could only be found in the carnival. A truth he'd figure out on his own.
A dark smile curled her lips. The mark was always a game. In fact, despite Epser’s often morose exterior, most things were a game to her to some degree or another. She twirled Roza about in her arms. Emotions flooded in from all around them, and she was aware of the lust’s influence, but she was only paying attention to the woman in front of her. At least until the dark intruded, and the music cut. She flinched in reaction, for the loss of sound as well as the sudden tidal change around them. Confusion mostly, but she didn’t like the abruptness of the change. Like a dash of cold water.
“He’s looking for the high again already. Let him look. He won’t find it anywhere but the carnival.” The words came out with the nonchalance of truth. Esper did Zeke’s bidding, but had no vested stake in the outcome. And Cruz would find his way back. Fear like the kind he chased diluted with every experience, and what he’d felt first inside these dark halls would be mediocre now. The high he sought could only be found in the carnival. A truth he'd figure out on his own.
A dark smile curled her lips. The mark was always a game. In fact, despite Epser’s often morose exterior, most things were a game to her to some degree or another. She twirled Roza about in her arms. Emotions flooded in from all around them, and she was aware of the lust’s influence, but she was only paying attention to the woman in front of her. At least until the dark intruded, and the music cut. She flinched in reaction, for the loss of sound as well as the sudden tidal change around them. Confusion mostly, but she didn’t like the abruptness of the change. Like a dash of cold water.