<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chloe M. Mallory<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Act/ Trapeze Artist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kinky, the twins<br/><hr/><br/>To be truthfully honest, Chloe did not even see anything occurring between Kay and the twins due to dealing with the personal hell occurring in her mind. With nothing but the smooth sounds of jazz coming from the main area of the tent along with the occasional sniffle, she reached over to carefully wipe away the tears from her face. Luckily, she never wore heavy makeup so her face was not completely ruined. Her eyes were slightly puffy, but she could only hope no one would notice with the steamy performance of the dynamic trio.<br/><br/>It was not likely that her mood was going to improve. No, she would not feel better until the performance in Kansas was done and over. Until the likeliness of a confrontation or another rejection from her family was far away. She closed her eyes and leaned against her hand as the tears continued to silently fall.<br/><br/>The quiet voice of Kay caused her to look up into the mirror as she watched his facial reflection with apprehension. She could not be sure if he meant to salt the wound with an insult or do something else. There was no point in hiding her misery since it was already seen by him. He spoke to her as if she were a rapid animal that might strike or run at any moment. Fingers clenched the handkerchief tightly, and then she gently wiped at her face. “I don’t think I understand what you mean,” she replied back in the same tone without turning to face him. Her stormy eyes remained connected with his in the mirror so it could be clear he possessed her undivided attention. His explanation caused her eyes to widen, but it took a moment for the words to sink in fully. He spoke the truth. Chloe smiled gently as she turned slowly to face at him without assistance of the mirror. “Being a failure in the eyes of loved ones is the worst shame. At least, it is for me.”<br/><br/>She fought the urge to laugh at the idea of handing her shame to him. It was an impossible endeavor, but she still appreciated the offer. "I do not think you could bear it," she answered sincerely without intent to insult. "Besides, the circus needs your carefree personality. Even if it borderlines madness at times." The tendrils of spirit in the air stroked at her mind with the intensity of a tingling healing balm. Without provocation, she rose up from her seat to close the small distance between them. "I suppose one small lie will not hurt anyone. I could use the age old allergies excuse to cover up for my swift departure." His suspenders caught her attention since they were not fully in place. Reaching out, she fixed the problem with her usual silent purpose. The process was slow since being this close allowed her the opportunity to inspect his tattoos. "You might not believe me, but I have one too. On the back of my shoulder. It is smaller than the tip of my pinky finger since I was scared of getting anything bigger." Quite unexpectedly, she leaned over to place a chaste kiss to his cheek as payment for his kindness. A sound around the corner caught her attention, and she finally noticed the twins even though they appeared to be leaving hastily. Her eye shifted to Kay for an explanation. "Did I disturb something?"