#cstudy aaron

The match sizzled just as a roaring flicker of orange flame ignited, swiftly slender finger tips grasped the pastel pink candle neck shoving the flame against the wick. Her lips pressed together blowing out the heat just before it had a chance to sear her dainty fingertips. She closed her hues for a moment, curling each finger inward until six more candles ignited. Each flame dancing to the rhythm of it's own beat, tossing a few sprigs of lavender into the scorching tub of liquid. Stripping each piece of fabric from her pale fragile frame, she sank into the fiery waters. Sapphire hues darting to each candle, her expression blankly following the flames as they grew, faded, and grew once more. Like a game of cat and mouse each one wishing only to blaze bright as possible. A long sigh vibrated up from her throat, closing her eyes for a moment in an attempt to keep her emotions under control. ❝ Are you okay? ❞ The deepest darkest voice erupted among the silence.

The ebony pines stretched in all directions as Aaron forced her way into the night. Leaves crunching with each dainty step, that took her deeper. Further into the vast confusing maze of evergreens that was Beacon Hills forest, however the necromancer knew each twist and turn would lead her toward her hide away. A special safe haven that would allow her to connect with all the spirits buzzing around her. Hoping to release their souls from this earthly plain. The voices began to grow louder and louder, as she neared the small cemetery. The stones carved with names long forgotten came into her view. A small toss of her stomach, caused her to stop in her tracks drinking in the eerie setting before her. Moss gathered tightly on each grave site matching the over grown ivy that wrapped around the large concrete angel statue which sat in the middle of the cemetery. It's gray face and wings had been chipped by time and weather. ❝ ————— 𝕴 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍, 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚. 𝕲𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝕲𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.❞ Aaron took a deep breath as her fingertips grasped the iron gate, slowly she tugged it open with a loud sequel. The blonde grit her teeth to the shrill noise, stepping inside the dead's domain. Her eyes fell directly on the crept in the very back of the small cemetery, it was cracked as if someone had been inside —— someone alive. ❝ Fuck. ❞ She mumbled, dropping her satchel of candles, sage, and other things that could help the dead move on. She quietly crept toward the opening, before peering inside. Flames flicked from a single candle, a shadow danced across the cobblestone wall. Aaron quietly pulled the large door open slightly, the shadow hauled. ❝ 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙼𝚜.𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗. ❞ He grinned, twisting his head around to meet her sapphire hues. ❝ How do you know my name? ❞ Tall slender man with bony facial features extended his slim finger in the directions of the grave markings. ❝ Is this not your family crept? ❞ ❝ What? ❞ She took a small step inside. ❝ Come closer & 𝖘𝖊𝖊. ❞ Cautiously the blonde made her way inside the small stone room. Immediately mildew and decay filled her nostrils, she could almost taste it on her tongue. Aaron cupped her palm over her nose and mouth, peering over at the craved stone. The words she could barely read, ❝ I can't see it. ❞ A laugh blew out the candle, and the room was consumed in darkness. ❝ P-please light the candle! ❞ She stammered a shout, immediately feeling a pair of hands run up the back of her head and into her hair yanking her backward into the pitch black. The whispers grew louder and louder as pairs of hands tore at her clothing and hair. Aaron opened her mouth to scream but nothing arouse from her throat. ❝ 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧. ꁲꁲꌅꂦꋊ, ꁲꁲꌅꂦꋊ, ꁲꁲꌅꂦꋊ. ❞ They repeated, the blonde felt as if she was sinking, merging with the dirt. Gasping for air, she clawed at the earth. ( 𝙉𝙤. 𝙣𝙤. 𝙣𝙤! ) Her thoughts screamed, as the hands continued to drag her down. Ghostly palms dragging her delicate pale skin down, bleeding wounds mixed with dirt. The taste of earth in her throat the voices whispering all the things she didn't want to hear. She gasped for air one last time, her body riddled with scratches. The earth surrounding the blonde, her eyes fell shut with her last effort to breathe. Sapphire iris becoming milky as the seconds past, ( 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦! )

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