{giving Tate some inspiration}
omg what are you doing to me??
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The red head walked down the steps to the dark cold basement. Truth be told she’d only even been down there a few times. She walked to the back of the basement where she knew he would be. Sure enough there he is sitting in the old rocking chair.
“There you are. I was getting worried. It’s been months since I’ve had to clean up one of you bloody messes. I think I’m actually starting to miss getting on my hands and knees to clean up the blood you spill.” She tells the blonde.
She walks around him and puts her hands on his shoulders. “What is it?” She asks. “Talk to me about it.” Moira says softly.
“Remember when you were a little boy? When you were upset I would sit with you and we’d play with your cars, and you’d tell me all about how mommy wasn’t nice?”
Honestly, he doesn't even know how long he's been down here. You could tell the boy it's only been a day and he'd believe you. Not much sunlight comes into the basement, so it's nearly impossible to even tell what time of day it is. There's been a few people down here since he'd decided to drown himself in his own thoughts, but none were stupid enough to actually bother the little psycho. Tate does tend to get a bit violent when he's in this state of mind.
He doesn't even notice the maid as she steps closer, the only thing that makes is head raise, glare on his features, is the sound of a voice next to him. It takes a bit for her words to actually register in his mind, but they do after a while. None of it makes him want to leave this state though.
When Moria hand's touch his shoulders, Tate will quickly shake them off, his glare only growing stronger now. He doesn't want company, why else would he be down here? Of course Tate remembers those days, of course, but it's not like he wanted to remember them. His past had to be the worst subject for him.
" What do you want, Moria? I'm not in the mood. "
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The ghost will appear next to his younger brother. They shared the same features. Both blonde. The younger one had lighter hair and was shorter. The older one tall and thin. Almost as if he’d been neglected as a child, if you asked him he would say he was. They stood there watching a family and their maid put up Christmas decorations. “You know…I remember watching you grow up after I died I would still watch you. I watch an eleven year old boy go from playing with toy trucks to playing with a guns white powder. I watched you that day. I watched this innocent boy turn into a monster. Then I watched that monster get put down. I blame myself. The hate and meanness I showed towards you when you were a child wasn’t good for your mind.” The older brother will pause for a second. ”Now I stand here and watch you cry over a girl who hates every part of you.” He’ll turn to look his brother in the eyes for the first time in twenty four years. He gave him and almost sad look. “Long time no talk.” He tells him.
Tate can feel the other presence next to him but that doesn't mean he's going to let his eyes tear away from the sight of her. This is the first time she's actually looked back at him in weeks.. That had to mean something right? Maybe she's eventually come around, and he could wait for that.
The only thing that his head turn away from the flower is the sound of his brother's voice. It had been so long Tate, forgotten had what Gabriel actually sounded like. Maybe the blond would have actually been happy to see his brother there too, if he didn't catch him at the time he did. Tate really is in no mood for a family Reunion, or even worse. A recap of his seventeen years of living.
He'll look back towards the happy family finishing up on their Christmas decorations only with a slight glare now. "What do you want, Gabriel..?"
"Let me go!"
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" shut the fuck up....! "
Well he can't have the other's hearing now can he? They'll just come to the intruders rescue and ruin all of Tate's fun. It's been so long since he's been able to have any type of fun too.. Well unless you count his coke stash, and he doesn't.
Rough hands are pressed up against the other's mouth, making sure they stay quiet this time while they make their way further into the basement. It wasn't like Tate really had a plan at the moment, just as soon as he heard the foreign foot steps enter the basement, he took action. Not willing to pass this up.
" Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you.. House is already too full.. "
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"You actually thought i cared about you?"
"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"
"You're a monster!"
"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."
"You're all mine now."
"How could you do this to me!?"
"I trusted you!"
"Is that supposed to scare me?"
"Put the knife down."
"You're scaring me..."
"You look so sexy when you're all bloodied and bruised like that~"
"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"
"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"
"Let me go!"
"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"
"Your blood smells wonderful."
"Who did this to you?"
"You're in my way."
"I thought you were dead!"
"Help me!"
"Long live the king."
"What did they do to you?"
"What have you done?"
"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."
"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"
"Stop it, your hurting me!"
"They'll kill you!"
"I hate you."
"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"
"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"
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"Do you need something?…"
" Yeah, a lot of things really. You got a hundred bucks you wanna lend me?"
"You look like you’re five years old."
{ Her words were meant to tease the other, a shrug being given soon after as she realized she should probably give a real answer. }
"—Maybe…thirteen to fifteen? Somewhere in that range."
{ She'll just glare at the 'five years old' comment, though she knows it's true. She has the face of a baby and she knows it. The next comment will at least have Taylor sigh sightly. Okay maybe fifteen is better, but definitely not right. }
" Seventeen, I was seventeen when I died. "
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"Jesus Christ Tate! You murdered people, you raped my mom. That thing out there is the result. What did you expect me to do? Just to turn a blind eye with everything you do I’m not you mother!”
" Shut up!
Just shut up!
I said I was sorry!
What else do I fucking have to do, Violet?
I can't change the past! "
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" I know Halloween is soon and all, but it's really fucking stupid to just walk into a haunted house. You could get yourself killed. "
like for a small starter or something cause.. ugh drafts..
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I went to The Pretty Reckless concert tonight and they were fucking amazing! Under the cut is a picture of Taylor rocking out and then just my outfit. Maybe I’ll post a video but idk. Me and my friend were so close to the stage and I loved it. Okay I’m hella tired so I’m gonna probs watch unfabulous then sleep.
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Mama, we all go to hell.
i answered one thing and now i'm going to sleep. I'm so bad at this, i'm sorry! tomorrow i'm going to the pretty reckless concert so I won't be on much if at all. I'll do shit on monday, promise.