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children shouldn’t play with dead things

so I decided to give DAO another shot, and apparently my love of death-affinity ladies hasn’t gone anywhere

Summer is two days gone when he leaves her in the graveyard. Autumn hasn’t yet taken firm hold, but the summer bugs and flowers are gone, replaced by a subtle crunch of leaves and a chill in the air. 

She’s seven, and he finds her annoying.

Alec promises to count to twenty and then start seeking. On nine, he starts walking away. When he gets to fourteen, he’s nearly shouting, trying to throw his voice so it sounds like it’s coming from the tree he’s meant to be closing his eyes behind.  

“Twenty!” he yells, and turns. His feet spin on dew-slick grass as he makes a mad dash out of the creaking cemetery gates to meet his friends by the brook. 

Juliette sits patiently behind a cracked, lichen-covered headstone, its inscription long weathered away. She reaches down into the grass, encouraging a ladybug to crawl onto her hand, and doesn’t notice the sun’s slow creep across the sky.  

Shadows grow long and the bright silent day shifts into a silent twilight, fog settling just above the ground.  

“He’s not coming back, you know.”

She drops the ladybug, letting its now-lifeless shell fall to the grass, beside the corpse of a grasshopper and a cicada. “I know,” she says, looking up at the sheer figure standing before her. “I don’t mind.”

The figure floats backward a bit, perching atop the gravestone across from her. “Most people have the good sense to scream when they see me.”

Juliette pokes at the dead cicada. One of its legs twitches. “Alec says I don’t have much sense.”

“That’s rude of him.”

She shrugs in agreement. “He’s quite rude.” Another poke, another twitch of the leg, and the cicada makes a half-hearted and off-key buzz before it falls still again. She scrunches up her nose at it.  

“Try the ladybug,” the figure suggests.  

“Alec hates cicadas,” Juliette says, ignoring the figure’s advice. “I was going to put it in his bed.”

The sun finally drops below the horizon and the cemetery shifts into dark shades of blue and purple. Shadows deepen, spreading across the grass like spilled ink. Tiny lights dot the valley below, candles and lanterns and fires from the small village that’s going to turn itself upside down looking for her as soon as her father rings the bell.  

Juliette focuses on the cicada, and the figure floats over to her, providing her a small bit of light. “Thank you,” she murmurs, cupping the chitinous shell in her hands.  

The grass rustles, and at first Juliette thinks it’s the wind, but her hair doesn’t move, not even the stubborn bits that won’t ever grow long enough to be held back by her braid.  

At first it’s just something moving, and then it’s many somethings moving, moving so fast she can see the blades of grass waving even in the darkness. The figure floats up a little, casting its glow wider.  

Juliette blinks at the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of cicadas surrounding her. All unmoving, all dead. Still holding the one in her hand, she looks up.

“Most girls have dolls,” is all the wisp says.  

“I have dolls,” she says dully. She looks back down at her toys. Focusing as hard as she can, she stares at the cicada in her palms. Distantly, she hears the village bell ring - they’ll find her soon enough, when Alec finally gives in under threat and tells them where he left her. Her eyes narrow and teeth clench. Sweat breaks out on her brow despite the early autumn air, and suddenly - finally - the cicada twitches.  

Not the reluctant twitch of before, a real, live twitch. With an irritated screech, it flips over onto its legs. It shakes, as if brushing off a bit of dust, and flies off into the night.  

Juliette looks up at the figure, and the moving lanterns in the village below. She pushes herself upward, careful not to crunch any of the husks beneath her feet. “Do you think I can do them all?”

The wisp looks down at the pile of cicadas, then up at her. “I don’t think you can fit them all in his bed.”

She giggles. One by one, the cicadas hum back to life, swarming in a dense, deafening cloud around her. She sends them off, most back to their trees, but a handful into town, toward her house, and in through her brother’s bedroom window. They’ll figure out what to do from there.

“You should go,” she tells the wisp. “They’ll come looking for me soon, and the rest of them have the good sense to scream.”

“Good luck,” it nods. “And there’s plenty more here if you want the practice.” It gestures to the gravestones around them, and then slinks back into the ground.  

Lanterns bob up the hill and through the cemetery gates. Juliette puts her hands on the gravestone behind her, feels a deep warmth in the rough stone, and forgets to look properly scared when the adults finally find her.

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