Sungwonc01
I'm a cool guy, I swear!
Lucas was working diligently in the preshow tent when he heard that performances had ended. He grinned as he was reattaching Edith's upper arm to the rest of her body. Indeed, Lucas had learned much about medical sewing through tending to Edith's wounds.
"The aftershow party, yes that will be a wonderful opportunity."
Edith raised her eyebrow, but not too hard lest it fall off.
"A wonderful opportunity to court that porcelain girl you mean."
"Edith, it isn't like that. She is a wonderful listener and seems to have no quams about fraternizing with a spawn of Satan. She also isn't hard on the eyes..."
"You swear it 'isn't like that'?" Edith shook her head in disbelief. "That dance before seemed to point to the contrary. Mere friends do not view each other with that much...interest."
Lucas abruptly stopped sewing Edith's limbs back together, leaving her left arm unattached still. His expression was absolutely serious. But a hint of doubt rested within his folded expression.
"I don't have to take this from you. Good luck finding someone else to patch you up."
He spoke with some uncertainty.
He then stormed out to find Emmaline, hiding his turmoil behind a confident exterior once again.
@The Velveteen Rabbit
Edith sighed as her dismembered arm lay before her. Sometimes Lucas' temper got the better of him and today was no exception. He was only angry because it was true, she was sure of it.
She carefully hid her arm in her cloak as she tried to find someone to reattach it for her. She smiled at the humans around her as she struggled to find someone she could trust, someone from the cirque.
She rested against a tree as she vainfully tried to find someone against the ever enlargening crowd.
"The aftershow party, yes that will be a wonderful opportunity."
Edith raised her eyebrow, but not too hard lest it fall off.
"A wonderful opportunity to court that porcelain girl you mean."
"Edith, it isn't like that. She is a wonderful listener and seems to have no quams about fraternizing with a spawn of Satan. She also isn't hard on the eyes..."
"You swear it 'isn't like that'?" Edith shook her head in disbelief. "That dance before seemed to point to the contrary. Mere friends do not view each other with that much...interest."
Lucas abruptly stopped sewing Edith's limbs back together, leaving her left arm unattached still. His expression was absolutely serious. But a hint of doubt rested within his folded expression.
"I don't have to take this from you. Good luck finding someone else to patch you up."
He spoke with some uncertainty.
He then stormed out to find Emmaline, hiding his turmoil behind a confident exterior once again.
@The Velveteen Rabbit
Edith sighed as her dismembered arm lay before her. Sometimes Lucas' temper got the better of him and today was no exception. He was only angry because it was true, she was sure of it.
She carefully hid her arm in her cloak as she tried to find someone to reattach it for her. She smiled at the humans around her as she struggled to find someone she could trust, someone from the cirque.
She rested against a tree as she vainfully tried to find someone against the ever enlargening crowd.