There were only brief moments in her short life that she felt humiliation. Which if she were to look back on it all, she’d realize that the vast majority of her moments of humility revolved around her parents. For a long time, the female had been trying her hardest not to allow her thoughts to travel towards them. She had began to suspect that if she was still among the livng that maybe— just maybe she’d feel a small twinge of pity for them. Having pity for them tended to never be on Sia’s agenda, so she kept if off as much as she possibly could.
On most days— the blonde kept to herself. Almost always kept to herself and tended to keep out of the way. But once; once she went against her normal current and walked around once more. It was when she was shifting through rooms that she noticed a male laying on his back. Even in Death, the blonde could tell that the male wanted to either be alone or was just keeping to himself. Everything told her that she should have just went along her way, but of course she didn’t. After a second of trying to figure out what to say, she spoke.
"You alright?"
He'd been alone--- tucked away within his own thoughts and hiding within the darkest corners of the house. Isn't that where he usually was? Being, agreeably, one of the more dis-likable characters in the building, it'd made itself abundantly clear that wandering around and sticking his nose where it didn't belong almost always ended in violence---- not that he minded. Maybe he's just not in the mood today. Quiet surrounds him and calms the white noise in his mind to a soft hum; Tate Langdon enjoys alone time when he can manage to get it.
When a voice breaks the silence, he's the first to startle; jumps in the slightest and burning cigarette falls from the purse of his lips--- tumbles over the front of his chest. A few expletives and he sits up, scrambles to pick it back up with a hiss under his breath, before eyes snap over to the source of the noise.
❝ I was, before you scared the shit out of me. ❞
