But in the Munich Circus...

Awkward Learning Experiences

daddyslittlesoldier:

Nina waited through the silence only a few seconds before she gave up and lifted her eyes to his face, watched him look out over the water, noticed they had stopped and turned towards the ocean. The change in him startled her, she wondered for a moment if he wasn’t bipolar himself, and Nina stood silent and shocked at the change of subject. She scrambled for an answer. 

“Uhm—no. I haven’t. My father can’t go to them.” She said quietly, examining the excitement he radiated. “I would love to.” She gave a wry little smile. “Nothing is really a trip to someone who’s been all over the world.”

“I suppose not,” he agreed, “but it is-.” What? What was this great circus he was thinking of? Was it still something to see? Had it ever been? It’s hard to look at one’s own art objectively. Was it really anything special other than being his first home, the place he’d learned so many important things? It was there that he’d made friends, learned about family and love, learned acrobatics, learned that home wasn’t the place but rather the people. It was also where he’d learned he was freak, learned to hate himself, learned to fight - presumably to protect himself. And where had that left him? Holding Stefan’s dead body to his chest? Nearly bleeding to death for a the second time?

Kurt shook himself. “You will like it. And they will like you.” He thought of Margali, who he imagined really would like Nina. She had the sort of attitude that Margali professed to hate, but secretly loved. Not quite how Jimaine had been, but close. ”People like us,” he searched for the right word “we are not freaks there.”

(Source: fuzzyelf)