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Sara Masters. nineteen. freshman. psychology major.

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Silas was met with another shock at the sight of Sara, his eyes widening. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked in a hushed whisper. “If Lucas sees you, he’ll lose his fucking mind. Is Laken here too?”

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Carrying herself with poise and grace -- much like she was used to thanks to the skills that ballet offered her, Sara twirled around Silas, giving herself an air of tranquility amidst his chaos. “Does it look like I care?” she asked him, though she didn’t mean it. Of course she cared if her brother had gotten out. She knew he had and she had, too, and that made her shoulders easier to bare. The pressure of the beginning was finally done, though of course the rest of forever was just around the corner. “You look awfully pale,” Sara commented, her lips turning into a soft smirk. “Do you need some a i r?”

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“I swear I just saw Sylvia,” Silas mumbled under his breath, alcohol slurring his words. “I’m fucked,” he whispered. Silas had a tendency to see the people whose live Franklin took, but this felt different. It felt all too real. Maybe because this was done on his own. He didn’t have to be involved in this, but he was. Sylvia’s death was beginning to take a toll on him. “She was in a mask. It was probably someone else. I’m just losing my fucking mind,” he said, a bitter laugh parting his lips. 

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“It’s a ghost and she’s haunting your ass,” Sara whispered to Silas as she snuck up behind him. After being buried alive, she didn’t know how she was still able to move, walk, let alone talk, but she would be damned if she let these people get the best of her. Now she wore a rose gown with a diamond mask. Her outsides reflected absolutely nothing about how she felt on the inside. The dirt still crawling in her blood stream, the panic rising in her throat. But Sara swallowed it all down. 

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                          Sara Masters for the Masquerade Ball

wearing: Zahir Muurad

[serenainspo-blog]

There it was again. Flouting her past in her face, overstepping a line that no one dared cross - she the single exception. That was the problem with siblings, there was no restraint - blood seemingly accounting for everything. That couldn’t be said for Sara - she hadn’t been her sister for years now, ever since their explosive argument that dented their relationship for good. Her choice to attend the same university had been a sticking point. And now that she has here…she didn’t anticipate the relationship improving. “Mature.” She spat out. “Looking forward to be buried alive?”

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The look on Aurora’s face gave Sara a twisted sense of satisfaction. Sure they were sisters by blood, but that was the only thing that tied them together. Sara wished to believe she could count on her sister, given her own situation, but the Gravediggers had seemed to make Aurora into an even bigger selfish being. Her question giving a clear example of such, it was also clear how much Aurora hated having her siblings in the same university, society and now house. All Sara knew was that she only accepted because of her twin and that she didn’t belong there -- though that was something she’d never admit to anyone. “It’s gonna be the highlight of my year,” Sara replied to her sister, giving her no sign of discomfort or even the slightest lead of her panic. “If you survived, I should be safe. Something about it being in one’s blood?”

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“Everyone is broken,” he says, his voice in a different place than our bodies. “They just like to pretend they’re not.” I watch as his brown eyes tear at mine. “It’s like a mask that no one is willing to take off.”

Excerpt from a book I will never write #845 (via excerptsofstories)

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Laken might not have been able to see Sara but he still felt her close the distance between them, enough for him to very briefly flitter over the idea of moving into her and pretending it was an accident. “And how I’ve missed your ever cheery and warm presence because of it.” An amused smile crossed briefly over his expression, because perhaps her lack of ability for small talk was worse than his tendency for sarcasm, but neither exactly lent itself to lighthearted chat. “Me? I’m great, always am. Whatever goes down not like it’s going to be the worst thing that’s happened to me.” Not strictly true, he wasn’t fine, of course he wasn’t fine. It wasn’t the burying that bothered him, not even if he did dislike small spaces, the body thing too he could deal with, it was the prospect of joining these people he wasn’t certain about. None of that had to show through though, if Sara could convince people she was fine he sure could.

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Though used to her twins’ sarcasm, Sara never took it well whenever he alluded to his disability. It made the rock on her stomach deepen, making the guilt knaw at her like a knife twisting infinitely against her insides. “Death isn’t worse?” Sara couldn’t help but ask, but only because it was him, her twin. The only person in the world she could talk like the real her. With Laken, she never held back. Only the secret -- the one she kept and would never see the light of day. Because how does she tell her other half that he’s living the life he is thanks to her? Her hand itched to touch him, grip his arm, but the rock was too heavy at the moment, the knife too deep.

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“’S good. It’ll make it easier when it’s your turn,” Ouch, Sean. It sounded worse out loud than it did in his head. Aurora’s sister was very much Aurora though. At least as Sean could tell. It was a bit apparent the girl was more shaken up than she appeared to be. She was the one who brought up the body in the first place. That, and she just looked like Aurora. The memory taunted and threatened to return. That relationship that crashed and burned.  “I mean. ‘Cept for the dying part. We’ll probably get it right this time.”

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Sara thought and thought, but his face only reminded him of his time with her sister. They didn’t need to be close for her to know how bad it had all gone down. Sara had never known the why, and she made a mental note to get it out of him sometime. But, she did know how horrible him and Aurora had been. “Right because you’re so good at getting things right,” she simply told Sean. Giving him the most innocent look, Sara held onto her pointe shoe, just expecting him to break down or come for her. Gravediggers were supposed to be tough right? But leave it up to Sara to find the button that made them self-destruct. Sean looked very much like her first victim. 

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text || silas & sara

silas: surprised you're trusting us after the last one

sara: survival of the fittest.

sara: are we moving the body or am i doing it myself?

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Elijah raised his eyebrows at the small blonde, realizing, now that he saw her face, she wasn’t Aurora. “Oh- I wasn’t here for you, little blondie. I thought you were big blondie- I mean, not that she’s big, but you’re not gonna talk Miitomo to me right now.”

Unsure if his casual tone was translating as too odd, he wrinkled his face. “Sorry- I thought you were your sister. Stop projecting your insecurities onto others, kiddo,” he said, putting a hand to the girl’s shoulder. “It’ll do ya no good when you’re down there. The real problem I had,” he lied, “I really just couldn’t get out of my head. It kinda changes you, you know? Well, I guess you have to go through with it before you really know.”

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All Sara did was raise one perfect eyebrow at the person in front of her. She didn’t recall his name, but she had seen Aurora stuck to his back multiple times when Sara lurked around. They seemed like an odd pair and Sara hoped he didn’t think Aurora and herself were anything alike. More like opposites. He would be changing his mind about her and her sister, Sara thought. People only confused them because of their uncanny resemblance. Then again, which Masters sibling didn’t look like the other?

When he placed his hand on her should, Sara eyed him, her body still, her eyes taking him in. “The only projecting I do,” she started, taking her own hand to place it on top of his own and with all the calm in the world lifting it from her shoulder, “is on stage when I’m dancing.” With his hand in hers, she closed her small fingers around his and held it -- tight. As tight as she could. All the while her face and body were completely blank. People never touched Sara; she thought it was because they found her because and untouchable kind of being, what with the way she carries herself, basically saying ‘better than you’ but not even realizing. 

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text || silas & sara

silas: We can't just burn the body, that's so...

silas: we'll just bury her with you

sara: that's fine. but if i die like she did, i'll make sure to haunt your ass and everyone else's.

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“What a beautiful sentiment.” It wasn’t as if she cared either - but hearing the words fall from her sisters mouth was another matter all together. None of the Masters siblings could claim to truly be selfless or kind - but ruthlessness had never been a dominant trait either. She was the dreamer, her sister the dancer - each fulfilling their own definitive stereotype, even as they matured into adulthood. “It’s a little classless. Bodies in the library. Very Cludo.” What did that make all of them? Pieces in part of a larger game? Pawns? Did it even matter? 

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“What would you know about class, Aurora?” Sara asked her sister with a tone that inspired absolutely nothing. It was flat, but heart felt. Looking up at her sister after picking up the shoe from the floor, Sara tucked it inside where it belonged but chose to stay a little while to see what the stranger she called sister would have to offer this time around. They never spoke. Their relationship was just nonexistent. Aurora had to be crazy to think that just because they shared a home again they would be the siblings they once were. She was sure neither of the three even thought that was possible.

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text || silas & sara

silas: i understand why you were chosen. it makes perfect sense.

sara: it's only logical. there's nothing to be traced if there's nothing at all.

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Emmy wasn’t good with this- with putting in effort, or keeping conversation, and Sara seemed to be very good at making it even harder. Emmy merely nodded again, pushing herself up off the door frame, deciding to leave the girl alone. “Of course.” She agreed easily. “Have fun at your recital.” She turned, before pausing and turning back around, curiosity getting the better of her. “Did you see her?” Emmy hoped she wouldn’t have to specify who she was talking about, saying Sylvia’s name out loud felt like a death sentence.

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It wasn’t hard to see how much Emmy struggled to keep the conversation alive, and it wasn’t like Sara was being much help. It was just something she did -- conversations had to have some importance in order for Sara to even give into the idea of one. Simply giving Emmy a cordial smile, Sara was ready to resume gathering her things when Emmy came back and Sara couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I haven’t had time. Been busy,” she excused herself from not even going to see the body. Some sick, twisted part wanted to, maybe even remove it, but she wasn’t sure it’d be a good move on her part, especially when she wasn’t even initiated into the Gravediggers. All of her moves had to be strategic -- keep everyone guessing. A new girl shouldn’t be dealing with something of that magnitude. “Have you?” Sara asked, to be polite and to redirect the conversation back to Emmy who seemed to even be afraid of verbalizing the name. Sara thought she shared the fear -- but she only feared what she didn’t know -- like not knowing if being buried alive killed her. Not any other implication that came with this. She was good at keeping secrets. This was her specialty. 

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“Gesh.” Laken muttered as he stopped next to his sister, a curious eyebrow raised at the defence behind her words. There was no point questioning her on if any of it were the truth, hoping instead to actually be able to take his mind off what was happening around them. “And to think I came over because I thought you’d have some lighter conversation to offer.” There was too much talk of death from everyone else, too much constant observation of how either of them were going to handle what was to come for the twins knowing so recently it had cost someone their life. If it weren’t for the feeling of uneasiness that seemed to rest through the house Laken would have questioned if it were real, if there even was a Sylvia or this was a charade that occurred every time they got a new recruit. It was almost a shame that didn’t seem to be the case. “Take it you’re holding up okay?”

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Sara jumped a little when she heard Laken’s voice. The protectiveness in her kicked into over drive almost instantly and she moved towards him without thinking twice. “I don’t converse,” she told him, the space between them closed with significance. “I’m holding up better than okay, I’m fine.” Sara hated being asked if she was okay. When did she ever appear like she wasn’t? She was more than sure she was the most composed human being ever but, then again, her brother couldn’t see that... “I’m fine,” Sara assured him, her tone giving the expression Laken couldn’t possibly see. “Yourself? You’re not getting cold feet, right?” The expression was for marriage, but in this case, talking about cold feet when there was a death hanging around them probably didn’t strike well. Sara couldn’t care less. 

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text || silas & sara

silas: what are we going to do about the body?

silas: we can't just let it... rot in the fucking library

sara: we burn it.