The fever gets so bad that he has to leave him to ask Grimm for fever fighting antibiotics. There is no time to explain the situation beyond saying that Alejandro is sick, and as much as the man wants to come with him, he denies him and hurries back.

Getting the boy to swallow down the pills takes effort, but he manages to after some trying, and ( Read more... )

Jaspre nods and leaves the bed to undress, turning his back to him as usual when he pulls off his clothes and puts on the warm, dark pajamas pants that he wears to bed. They turn off the lanterns and crawl into bed, pulling the blankets close to keep warm.

“Good night.”

(Are you the sort of person that names your things? :3)

Cirque Macabre is on the move. Lately the nights and mornings have been chilly, due to the upcoming winter, and though Jaspre has a high body temperature to keep him warm, many of the others do not. Grimm and Sinthia become sluggish and weak because of the chill; nagas respond poorly to cold, and as a half blood Grimm is prone to being affected. ( Read more... )

In the morning Jaspre wakes slowly, perhaps a bit later than he meant to, to find the caravan empty. He gets dressed, runs a hand through his too long, scruffy hair and makes his way to the mess area, where Absinthia and Grimm are talking over porridge and tea.

“Good morning, Jas!” Her young face lights up when he takes his breakfast with him to ( Read more... )

”Very warm. Jas is like a big, hot water bottle.” Yawning, she rubs at her eyes and sits up. Her hair has curled throughout the night and is now sticking out in all sorts of directions. “Are we leaving today?”
(It's this awesome game where all the citizens are colourful blobs and everything is bright, and these grey and black blobs show up and ( Read more... )

From the corner of his eye he sees Alejandro watching him, lips curled and a gentle warmth in his eyes that he likes to see directed at him. His focus is drawn back to the small circle of youngsters that have gathered around him, though, when they plead for more tricks. He indulges them and pulls out things from behind their ears or their hair, ( Read more... )

Jaspre eats breakfast at a leisurely pace and waits for Absinthia to come. When she does, she has Grimm in tow, chatting animatedy with her father, who smiles and nods his head in reply to what she says. There is no doubt that the man has slept well; he looks healthy and rested, his scales back to their clear, metallic shine, and his eyes are keen ( Read more... )

Jaspre shows him a slight, careful smile. Just how much of the uneasy feeling in his gut that just faded at having that smile flashed at him is not something he is willing to admit to anyone but himself. "I would like to stay for a while, I think, and see for myself what it is like ( Read more... )

“That might be remedied. I was a teacher once, many years ago, to small children.” He squats down by the blue and purple flowers to study them more closely. “You get along well with the earth, don’t you?”

“I do. Can you teach me magic, Jaspre?”

“I’m sure we can find the time for a lesson before the circus leaves,” he assures her, trying to ignore ( Read more... )

Relief replaces the strange nervousness in his gut at seeing him smile. “Don’t thank me before I know if I can help him. Not all curses can be undone,” he warns, but there is a little smile on his lips nonetheless.

Absinthia returns to the table, carrying a bowl of sprinkles only, and the purely happy look on her face makes him chuckle. Two thirds ( Read more... )