armedwithmxtal:

frauleinkunstlerin:

            The part of each show none of the freaks liked
            was tidying up. But, of course, they had to do
            so. The last guests had already left the largest
            of all tents; where the shows normally aired, as
            Elsa carefully watched over them. Even if they
            hated it, everybody had fun fixing all the chairs
            and the large stage. The reason? Tonight’s show
            had been great — even for the ringleader who was
            smiling all evening long. Her warm never faded, 
            not even when her hazel eyes found the stranger
            who was entering the tent. Slowly, Elsa began to 
            walk towards the man, her heels clicking with 
            every step she took. “Excuse me, Sir, but I’m
            afraid you’re too late. The show is over. Feel
            free to book tickets for tomorrow’s show, mh?
            Our Suzie will lead you to the cashier.”

                                   now how was nick bound to explain that he
                                   was a man that can turn to metal? he had to.
                                   his favourite ringleader was standing in front
                                   of him. the beautiful elsa mars. he had to at least
                                   try. maybe she would be amazed and take him
                                   in with the other freaks. he was not normal.
                                   ”   miss… miss elsa, i’m not here for the show.
                                   i’m here to ah… sign in to the freak show.   “
                                   now if elsa didn’t start to laugh, nick would be
                                   rather surprised. he looks so normal. that’s the
                                   point. suspense. to amaze people. nevertheless,
                                   he at least tried to make a living in where he
                                   loves more. the show he watched as a child.
                                   the freak show.

              Two hazel eyes wandered along the 
              stranger’s body at his statement. How
              would such handsome man call himself
              a freak? With a small smirk on her face,
              Elsa tried to search for deformations or
              anything like that, but she could not find
              any at all. The singer stopped walking 
              in front of him as she eventually locked
              her eyes with his, tilting her head slightly 
              to the side. “So? Are you an artist or 
              wizard or something like that? I’m curious,
              Mister, which talent are you applying with?”