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a rare giggle rises from the skeptic. someone who’s seen enough odd things, but not quite enough to convince her something comes after death. still, she trails behind madison with a camera : “ yeah, ghosts ! come put me in a headlock or punch me in the face ! let’s make it real interesting ! ”
madison poses in front of the camera amidst the mirthful laughter, blowing a kiss to the lens along with an exaggerated wink ( whether it was all for the camera or also for d, she wouldn't reveal. where was the fun in giving it all away on a silver platter ? ) before resuming her natural composure ( which, on the best of days, wasn't exactly serious or collected ), trying not to stumble in the encroaching darkness that swallowed them, the lights emitting from their torches and the flickering beams of the camera their only vision. d always followed her lead, and it filled her heart with a thrill she can't or won't name. " they're being awfully quiet tonight, don't you think ? do you think they're afraid of us ? i do have a pretty scary war face, truth be told. or maybe they've just seen my freshly woken up... no, no, i look lovely when i'm freshly woken up " she grins again, happy. " what do you think is the reason ? "
