Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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a/n: a little Danny x Aspen moment for you guys. They really are iconic. Also let me know if I ever reuse a gif! There's just too many to see track of.
Also INSANE. The actors who play Aspen and Charlie are in the same movie together now on amazon prime called Birds of Paradise! The gifs ahhhhhh.
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Air like silk kissed Aspen's cheek as a white light hazed her vision. The white marble floor beneath her was ice as she lifted her head from the floor. Her hair curtains over her face, eyes searching through strands to make out spinning figures. It was when she brushed the hair from her face did she see tall, slender ballet dancers spread throughout a circular room.
Tall glass windows lined the walls, the sound of water buzzing in the back of her mind. But she knew this was all in her mind. How deep could her subconscious descend before she was lost to it forever?
Aspen slowly got to her feet, her weight nonexistent in this world he brain sculptured. She meant for herself to walk toward a single window that was framed by golden glass. It hummed with a mystic melody she felt like she had heard before. A song she used to sleep to. A lullaby. But instead, she found herself spinning along with the dancers. They moved in tandem with the humming melody. She couldn't make sense of how she stayed in tune with the other dancers but then felt her arms lift on their own. Her leg was pointing upward on its own accord. Then she saw it. Transparent strings tied around her elbows, fingers, ankles, and waist. She was a puppeteer slave. But who was her master?
It felt like an eternity. The spinning. The trance. The movements she thought her body not capable of. Then the ground swayed when lightning struck outside. She was the only one to stop among the dancers who continued as if all was well. Her chest heaved, seeing the lighting stuck in time. Its white bolts branching across a dark sky akin to the grey veins gracing her arms.
Her feet carried her toward the golden framed window, the strings attached to her now dragging behind her. She swerved around the dancers. Or they had simply diverted her to walk a clear path. It was her dream, after all. Now she stood before the towering window, its crystal surface rippling like a stone being tossed into a still lake.
Heat made itself known by her side, and she felt her chest clench—her peripheral caught a glimpse of golden hair. The air seemed to have thickened. Aspen turned her head slowly, browns pinching curiously. The girl next to her wore a porcelain mask with a long beak so sharp, she could spill blood with a peck. The girl was tranquil, looking forward, fingers pinching the white nightgown she donned.
Aspen turned this time fully, placing her hand on the masked girl's shoulders to face her. She felt her eyes begin to sting, hands shaking as she lifted them to the mask, hands dancing delicately over the cheek area. The blue eyes behind the mask were her bleary and dull. Null of humanity.
