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Art of @sugarhog05.bsky.social's Spooky!Moon and Sweetheart <3
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After a snow day, Oracle finds Rowena on the couch at Marina’s, sitting back against a bag of frozen peas wrapped in paper towel, wincing as she complains about sorr myscles from over exerting herself whilst shoveling. He frowns and sits down next to her, twirling one clawed finger to motion to
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She spills into his eager palms, his wicked claws brushing over the key-shaped piercings with reverence. His eyes glow with want, with adoration, with soft possession, seeing his symbol marked upon her skin, claiming him just as much as he’s claiming her.
The mere thought of it made her smile widen. Maybe this job was not going to be so bad after all.
itself. And maybe there was no smirk, no glance. Maybe it was all the excitement of the performance and her wandering eyes that fed into her imagination. But she wanted to believe, even if just for a moment, that their actions, their performance, had been just for her.
looked, how elegant Sun could move, the jingle of Moon’s laughter, the sound of Sun’s annoyed voice, and the constant little smirks and looks towards her area.
Her seat was not a general place to look at, hidden, almost backstage. Surely they should reserve those little details for the crowd
bow to his right, slightly more than before, intended to where the medical crew was. Selina's palms weren’t the only parts of her that were red then.
As the performer exited the stage and the crowd settled back down, the different moments of the show played on Selina’s mind. How strong Moon had
from the silk, the crowd could see his figure more clearly. The notes of silver and white contrasting with the purple and blue, a long headpiece from the same materials as his silks adorned him like a nightcap.
He bowed at the audience, looking to the left, the right and the center, then a small
centimeters from the ground, held by one arm and one leg.
Everyone cheered for him as loud as they could. The cacophony of the crowd drowned the music. Selina felt exhilarated. Clapping until her palms felt numb and they looked red. Slowly, methodically, Moon stood on the stage upright. Now free
him making many shapes. And at the very height of the song, after a brief pause, he just let himself fall down. Turning at an astonishing speed, the fabric whiplashing as his body blurred past. And just in the nick of time, it tensed, catching the performer in an over exaggerated arc, his head
doing such complicated movements without getting them tangled. This was all Moon’s skill, and neither the audience nor she could look away.
The music followed Moon’s movements and speed. On the highest part of the circus he was twisting and untiwisting. The silk wrapping around different parts of
was dancing in the air. With each movement, the light reflected off his costume in different tones, making it look like he was dressed in starlight.
The ease with which he carried his body through the air made Selina wonder if he was being suspended by cables. But there was no way she could see him
full well he could under no circumstance see her, he looked towards her direction, as his smile grew.
Once he almost touched the ground, he then twisted his body back up again. The silk enveloped him in different forms, leaving his arms more free to guide the fabric around him. It looked like he
concentrated face, in fact, he was smiling.
The orchestra picked up and so did Moon’s descent. As he came down, he flipped backwards, the silk slowly unravelling from him on beat with the music. His theme song was slow, ethereal. Selina was almost entranced by his performance, and despite knowing
gymnastic performances she had seen on T.V. years ago. Even back then she was impressed with how the human body could withstand such strain. But looking at Moon right now, she could hardly believe he was human. Despite the clear difficulty of his pose, he showed no sign of struggle, no shaking, no
silk that encircled his arms. The people gasped at how ethereal the entire stage looked.
Moon on the other hand, looked frozen in mid air. His arms stretched to his sides as he kept himself afloat, his muscles as tight as the silk that held him. Watching him, Selina thought back on the few
like a cartoon character, Moon looked like a painting come to life.
Instead of him falling from the platform, the tower seemed to come apart in slow motion, the pieces moving out of Moon’s way by some hidden mechanism, leaving him to fall painfully slowly until he was suspended by the strips of
a slow and elegant cadence to each of his movements. From her privileged seat, Selina could see how Moon’s hands glided along the fabric he held, twisting it a couple more times around his hands. His hands were also long and beautiful, but they moved so differently than how Sun’s had. If Sun looked
on Moon changed color, from blazing white to a softer kind of glow. The backlight went from purple to blue, making the artist shine discretely. Music began again from the orchestra pit, this one heavy on the wind instruments, and far calmer than the previous artist’s.
Moon bowed to the public,
“Well I’ll never! If you insist on belittling me so, why don’t you show us what real entertainment looks like, then!” He made air quotes on the word real, keeping balance on the thin bar without holding the support bars at all.
The reflector that was on Sun slowly dimmed while the one that shone
overly exaggerated offense he took from Moon’s commentary. The cool toned artist laughed at his own comment, also exaggerating his own reaction to his brother’s pout. Moon’s back arched far beyond what Selina thought could be needed for a full belly laugh. Strong and flexible. She thought.
Moon laughed, a throaty kind of sound that made Selina’s skin involuntarily prickle.
Sun sputtered and pretended to fall off his trapeze, only to catch himself on the bar at the last second. The public didn’t gasp this time, seeing right through the artist’s prank. Instead they laughed at the
Strings for Sun and winds for Moon.
“Why, I’m entertaining our public, not thanks to you, by the way!” Sun gestured, using one of the poles of the trapeze as support, but moving as freely as if he was on the ground.
“It looks to me like you’re just holding them hostage to your usual antics.”
his body back to stand on the trapeze’s bar, making it look as easy as standing from a sitting position. The orchestra was playing little musical effects to emphasize each of their movements. Selina noticed that they used specific instrument families for each brother.
brother who still hung from the trapeze, but he was no longer swinging. A second light flickered back on to Sun, less intense than Moon’s.
Sun looked at his brother, then back at the audience. He paused a bit, making an annoyed pout. The audience laughed at his angry, upside down face. He pulled
when they first met. “What is all this ruckus you’re making?”
He held two long strips of fabric around his arms, they hugged him in the shape of big exaggerated sleeves, giving him the appearance of a jester from medieval times more than a circus clown. Moon bent at the waist to look at his
