scary stories to tell in the dark [svet/fran]

[ryan]

﹙   s v e t l a n a   f o r r e r s t e r   ﹚

svet had put most of her survival skills on the back burner because they were not what she needed to work on. to be quite honest, the combat stations were not as difficult as some of the kids were making it seem. it was anything that had to do with being gentle that svet was not that good at. she had learned how to do a lot of different things, but right her focus was perfecting what she was good at. she would start out swinging of course.

however, she had realized that every other station was starting to fill up. it was like all of the tributes had the same thought that she did when she had gotten down here for the day. she shook her head, realizing that the fire making station was probably the only station that didnt have more then three tributes attempting it. her fire making skills were decent, seeing as she was used to living off the earth.

she looked around to see her district partner sitting amongst the wood. maybe she was trying to hide from everyone else. svet thought maybe she should have moved onto something else, but maybe this was a chance to finally chat with her since the train. she was young, she knew that much, and that she took her spot at the reaping with very little resistance. the aura that francine had given off was odd, even sitting across from her in the train station, svet couldnt help but think that.

she could honestly dig it.

she sat across from francine and grabbed the flint that had been sitting in front of their firemaking station. "wanna tell scary ghost stories?" svet offered to the girl as she struck the two rocks against each other, sparks flying. she did it one more time, and as she did, she watched as the lights in the training center had completely went out.

darkness for a moment, but then a fire had erupted and she could see francine's face with no issues.

"perfect..." she grinned as the lights turned back on.

[[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨]

i died
so i could
haunt you. 

When a Forrester took the stage you felt giddy with glee.

Forest children with a bad reputation - sometimes you tell yourself you're one of them. That you just got lost, that's all. That whoever had left you in that forest to die had been delivering you to them, knowing you kindred spirits. And what spirits Svetlana has!

So you creep, keeping close. Not as close as Adan, not as far as Haze, but a comfortable distance. One where you can watch her, hope her ghosts might make an appearance. She is kind enough to you and you take what you can get, little bites here and there. Today you crept to the firemaking station and sat across from her, keeping busy, content to be in Svet's presence. Where most felt unsettled near a Forrester, you felt more at peace than you ever have before.

Ghost stories weren't scary, not to you. But you don't correct her. Humming in your fingertips, the lights flicker in and out and in the spark of flint your eyes gleam.

("don't listen to ghosts... we're all transient anyhow..")

Back on, you blink against the harshness of the light and sway back and forth with glee.

"Tell me about the forest," you whisper to Svetlana, near beg of her, eyes transfixed on the flames in front of you.

Your ears listen, desperate. Despite the warning.

i died
so i could
have you.

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