It had most definitely not been her idea to come out to the cemetery tonight. Danae was fucking<em>terrified</em>. On any other day, she would try and turn to her twin for support, but today was an exception. There was no way Dakota would pass up on a chance to tease her mercilessly, if she knew. Not that there was really a chance that Dakota wasn't already aware of the fact, considering the way she was trembling, but her twin seemed to be giving the comments at a minimum, for now.<em>Admitting</em>the fact that she was scared would only serve to set herself up for a bout of taunting she wasn't sure she wanted to deal with.<br/><br/>It was bad enough already, knowing that her fear was her own fault. If she hadn't watched that horror movie last night, then her overactive imagination wouldn't be terrorizing her with every sound or movement she could sense, turning them from normal things one could find in the night to possible monsters lurking around every corner.<em>Not that there was anything here, right?</em>Right. Willing herself to believe that, she continued to move further into the cemetery, wanting to get this dare over with as soon as possible.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure why she was walking first, considering she was usually the shyer one of the pair, with Dakota being more daring, more bold, than she was. In comparison, Danae occasionally felt like the boring one, preferring to hang back and observe, rather than be in the middle of the fray.<br/><br/>Tonight, she was wearing dark skinny jeans and a loose black top, her waist-length brunette hair tied up in a french braid down her back. As usual, she wore very little makeup, her dark eyes framed by long lashes that were touched just the slightest with mascara, and a little gloss on her lips to keep them moisturized. Danae would have blended in with the shadows, but the faint lamplight reflected off her skin as she rubbed the damp palm of one hand against the jean material in a nervous gesture. "Sis, how much further do we have to go?"