macabremortem:

               Fair enough jab. Maggie certainly wasn’t – who
               was she kidding? She wasn’t a freak. She never
               would be. A liar and a con-artist pretending she
               finally had a family, but nothing more than that.
               Perhaps that was the reason she was so warm to
               the other girl now, because she knew that her
               kindness would be the only way she’d ever earn
               a place. Their forgiveness. Still, giving the other
               a smile, Maggie made her way closer. “No. No I
               am a fortune teller. I hear voices. Look into balls
               and read palms. I just – I know it’s scary here. At
               first – ”

❝ yeah. no shit, lady. ❞ eyes moved in time with the stranger, glance growing weary, her lashes coated with tears that found their way to her cheeks right after the first blink. she knew her kind: blonde hair and perfectly applied makeup, their angel features struck by wonder only to grow hostile at the realization of what laid hidden inside the mermaid’s hand-crafted tail. the illusion of beauty, killed by a pair of monstrous legs that were less than human. and maggie, the clueless lass … it would only be a matter of time before her genuine smile twisted into a horrified scowl, the thought of being so cruelly judged causing sally to put up her walls and look away, straight at the big top tent that was now her home. ❝ ain’t you got work to do? scram, stop breathing my air. follow the goddamn voices and leave me the hell alone. ❞