The Boy Who Played With Fire
Description
The carnival comes without warning or precedent, it is just simply.. there when yesterday it wasn't. No posters or flyers announcing it to be seen, everything traveling only simply by word of mouth. It's tents of red and gold, and black and white towering in the sky. The games lighting the pathways and music soaring through the air to meet your ears and persuade you to come and play. But it isn't open, or not just yet because it only comes to life at night.
Foreword
Wind rustles through the golden and amber leaves, sending them soaring through the air until they lightly fall onto the ground. The breeze picking them up again moments later, blowing them lightly through the streets. Pastel shades paint the sky in beautiful hues of pinks and purples, a faint outline of gold tracing the clouds. It’s a day that marks the beginning of autumn and the faint chill signals the approaching winter. The moon is glowing a yellow tone on the horizon, the size so big you would think it has rose from the ocean. Lights spark to life and music begins to flutter through the air. The carnival has begun.
Warnings: 1950's AU, tinge of homophobia, mentions of abuse
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