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Post by violet harmon on Nov 17, 2011 3:41:10 GMT -5
The smoke billowed around her face as Violet intently scanned the pages of the manga, breaking that concentration only when turning a page or taking another drag. It was becoming more and more often that she was left alone to her own devices. Not that she cared. It suited her. Morrissey's voice lifted and swirled around the room, tortured, yet strong. And now I know how Joan of Arc felt... Violet titled her head before hearing a satisfying crack. Her left foot was beginning to fall asleep. With annoyance, she reached down, giving her foot a few good slaps before returning her attention to her manga.
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Post by tate langdon on Nov 17, 2011 3:56:23 GMT -5
he stood before her just as she turned around from beating out her snoozing foot and looked down at what she was reading. tate tended to appear out of no where. he never noticed it himself. he found it to be normal. he just thought he was creeping around on purpose. not... ghostly. she was used to him popping up out of no where. there were a few times where he knew she caught her breath, but tried to hold it off and he always wondered why she would jump. every time he tried to think about it, his mind would float in another direction. "what is that?" he made a face at the asian drawings and tilted his head curiously with a risen and judging eyebrow before it broke away as he smiled. "i don't understand why you read those things." well then again, he was the one reading informational books and mostly they were on birds. maybe a few on philosophy and religion, but he always had a fascination with birds. he sat down next to her on her bed and stared at the pages once more, this time with more interest than judgement. he couldn't judge her. he loved her.
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Post by violet harmon on Nov 17, 2011 5:22:44 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, closing the book. "And I don't understand a lot of the things that you do. Don't hear my nagging about it, do you?" By now she had gotten more than used to his popping out of seemingly nowhere. She had no choice but to get used to it. Laying the book aside, she stretched, feeling the blood finally rush back to her foot. Violet titled her head, scanning his face before allowing a slight smile to play across her lips. "I'll let you borrow one someday. You might even enjoy it. Some of them are pretty crazy." She sat up, adjusting herself to where she could face him better. Secretly, she'd been wondering where had had been, hoping he'd show up soon. As crazy as everything was, she was calmer, more herself around him. Guess that's what love does to a person. Violet bit her lip before furrowing her brow slightly. "Had anything interesting happen up your alley today?"
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Post by tate langdon on Nov 18, 2011 21:52:10 GMT -5
"nagging? i wasn't nagging!" he pursed his lips slightly and rubbed his chin in thought for a moment as she put the book to the side. "only give me the crazy ones." he said with no reaction, staring off at nothing in particular before letting his eyes come back to her as she sat up. "seeing you is probably the most interesting." the serious face broke as a smile spread across his lips. he averted his eyes to the side as though he were ashamed of it. "nothing... out of the ordinary." he sat for a moment, trying to recall most of what happened and drawing a blank, but he let that curiousity slide past as he looked back to her. "anything with you?"
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Post by violet harmon on Nov 19, 2011 3:44:49 GMT -5
"just the usual. mom and dad living our their perfect little damaged lives." violet sighed, adjusting herself to where she was able to lay her head on his shoulder. his steady breathing soothed her. violet closed her eyes momentarily, taking in the moment. "mom's still worrying herself about the baby. i think she's afraid it'll be some monster or something." violet opened her eyes, looking around the room. a slight chill ran through her. "wouldn't put it past her, though...with this house."
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Post by tate langdon on Nov 20, 2011 22:09:20 GMT -5
he brushed the hair out of her face and shook his head. "don't pay attention to those jerks. live your own life. with me." he stopped to give her a reassuring smile before rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "ignore them." he batted the other hand behind him as if slapping away a mosquito. "they don't matter. let them have their drama." tate dropped his hand from her cheek as she rested her head upon him and looked around the room, but his eyes were acting as though he were looking around the entire house. "there's no such things as monsters." he said rather blandly before looking back to her. "your parents have nothing to worry about with this house." he sighed and petted her hair before kissing her head. "if it were this house, i'd know. i've been everywhere in here."
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Post by violet harmon on Nov 21, 2011 4:58:52 GMT -5
violet lifted her head to look at him, her eyes searching his. he seemed so confident in what he had said, so reassuring. but violet couldn't help but feel like there was something...off about this house. she loved it, though. every night she had begged to no one in particular. just the silence. she had begged that she could stay here. to hell with her parents. she was pretty certain she could handle herself if it came down to that. swallowing, she sighed heavily. she couldn't tell him. not yet. she didn't want to risk losing him. but she remembered what constance had said. crossing over. no. not yet.
"it's probably best dad's moving out. i don't think i can take anymore of them bickering back and forth. it's pathetic. they're like children."
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Post by tate langdon on Nov 22, 2011 0:08:05 GMT -5
when she lifted her head to look at him, he gave her a reassuring smile and brushed her hair away from her face. he was so very attatched to her. he didn't even believe it was unhealthy. "see? you're more mature than they are. silence is more mature than that. it's more drama than i've even known in high school." he laughed and looked down, stringing his hands together absentmindedly.
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Post by violet harmon on Nov 22, 2011 6:10:10 GMT -5
the words high school rang in her ears. violet's face fell, but only for a second. she couldn't let him see how affected she was. desperate to change the subject, she cleared her throat. "are you feeling better? i mean, since you know, talking with my dad and all?" it was no secret that she and tate kept seeing each other, even after her father told her not to. and while violet wasn't crazy about the idea of her father and tate interacting, she was thankful for anything that helped him, made him feel better.
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Post by tate langdon on Nov 24, 2011 19:17:28 GMT -5
tate went silent. even his breathing stopped for a moment before resuming normalcy. "yeah... i guess." he didn't really know how to explain it. all dr. harmon did was tell him to take pills and stay away from his daughter while tate egged him on. it was a wonder that dr. harmon didn't try and get him taken away to the mental hospital already for all the things he's said, but maybe he had more faith in him than tate did in himself. "are you feeling okay...?" he felt like he should ask her something in return, though he didn't really know what to say. that question seemed the most generic.
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