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bury us alive ;; closed @ tate

It took a moment, but soon, the blond began to behave more like himself — or at least, like the person Andrew considered him as being. Seeing the other relax caused relief to spread through his cognizance, as well, the brunet remaining entirely still as he listened to the blond speak. Yet it seemed his latest assumption had been incorrect — As it really seemed Tate didn’t understand what had happened… which only caused the younger man considerable confusion.

“..No,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets, head cocked just slightly to the side as he considered his possibilities. Obviously the blond needed to know the truth, but.. Andrew didn’t want to throw him off so terribly again. If anything, Tate seemed unstable — a notion that only caused the brunet to worry. That was certainly something he’d have to remain careful about…

“Last I saw you was at the winter party… and now it’s February. Valentine’s Day, actually.” His brows furrowed, Andrew hands slipping out of his pockets. He felt hesitant — as though he needed a distraction, something to sway the other from such a state, anything to change what was happening.. yet he had to face this problem, as did Tate. Taking a breath, Andrew pushed on.

“Didn’t you hear the announcement? The scientists said we can go home.. if we want, at least.” He had nowhere to return to, as it was.

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Tate's heart stopped for a moment at the others denial-- Andrew was being too serious for his own good. Was he... not lying? Was Tate really gone for over a month? Staying quiet the blond listened to his friends words, taking them in as best he could without completely losing it, though there was in itch in his head that made the muscles in his arms tighten reflexively. He just needed to stay calm... That's all. Things would be resolved-- he didn't miss too much, did he?

“Didn’t you hear the announcement? The scientists said we can go home.. if we want, at least.”

"You're telling me we can go home?" he asked, heart suddenly thrumming in his chest, a feeling he had missed at murder house. The adrenaline running through his veins, the feeling of his own pulse racking through his body. The only time he ever felt anything similar was when... He was killing people. Did he really want to go back to that? All those ghosts without a cause, without a way to leave...

No, he had to go back for her.

For Violet.

"Then-- then let's go! What are you waiting for-- you should have already left!"

#inpes

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bury us alive ;; closed @ tate

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Yet the response he received was hardly what he’d anticipated.

While the blond released his collar, Andrew did not feel any sense of relief. No.. the whatever had gone wrong was far from over, it seemed. The biting words that followed only worsened things, the brunet fighting the urge to step back as his blue gaze fell away once more — but only momentarily.

He didn’t understand what was happening, but he didn’t like it.

A pause ensued as Andrew struggled to comprehend the issue, thoughts racing as he did his best to search back to memories of the few days they had spent together… Yet he could think of nothing that he might have done to upset Tate this greatly. Perhaps — no, perhaps he’d gotten too close. Maybe he’d gotten too comfortable around his so-called friend, and as a result… all had gone downhill.

So Tate had intended to leave him for so long.

“..I’m sorry,” his words were quiet from surprise, alone. “I just..” easily, his words stuttered into another moment of silence. “I didn’t realize— I didn’t know where you’d gone, and it had been so long —" finally, Andrew met the other’s gaze once more, this time taking a step closer. His fingers curled by his sides, blood racing through his veins as the young man struggled to phrase his thoughts accurately. He didn’t want to upset Tate more.

“You were gone for over a month, Tate..”

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Tate was simply frustrated because he was so goddamn confused. Who had done this to him, to haze his mind like this and knock him out for apparently so many hours that Andrew was practically having a fit over it all in worry? He didn't... like to see Andrew like this, so fragile (well more than he usually was) and... worried. For him, of all people-- not even his own mother gave two shits about him, so why would some random kid he met?

It was all sort of disgusting.

"No-- no, it's fine." Tate sighed, finally forcing himself to relax and put on his usual facade, even if it was only to calm down his 'friend'. Right, he had 'friends' here. Did that mean he had to care about them too? It was all so ass backwards it made the blonds head throb once more, and so Tate took a deep breath and let it out, closing his eyes for a moment before returning to his... 'old self'.

"Sorry I overreacted, my head's all fuzzy and--,"

“You were gone for over a month, Tate..”

"A month? Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic, Andrew? I've only been gone a few hours."

#inpes

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#happy valentines day!!!!!!!!!

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bury us alive ;; closed @ tate

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Immediately, he was caught off guard, the blond whipping around and grabbing him forcefully by the collar—-

Andrew’s eyes widened, hands swiftly withdrawing as he staggered back — but only slightly.

Heart racing, he nodded hurriedly, then twice more, as though attempting to reassure the other. Yet the teen could tell already that something was off. The way that Tate gazed upon him, the confusion faltering within his gaze… and thus with that, alone, what remained of Andrew’s former frustration and disappointment at having been left alone faded away. Perhaps it hadn’t been the other’s choice to leave him for so long.

Slowly, he placed a hand upon one of Tate’s own, hoping to loosen the blond’s grip upon his collar. “..Where were you?” He finally asked, a strange fear thrumming within his chest. As much as there was something amiss, it felt as though he’d been privy to something darker within. Yet surely that could not be so. It was simply strange, to be treated so roughly by someone he’d foolishly learned to trust so deeply.

“I thought..” briefly, he pursed his lips, gaze falling as he hesitated. Andrew felt he could not voice his thoughts, not now. It would surely be foolish to express how he’d missed the other, though they were only friends, at best Looking back to meet Tate’s gaze, his brows furrowed with concerned. “..I was really worried."

His grip upon the other’s hand became firm, however gentle.

“What happened?”

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The blond watched as Andrew has staggered back in surprise, get his fingers remained stubbornly curled into the others soft shirt collar, shaking ever so slightly. What was going on? Why did the other look so startled-- as if Tate has been gone for weeks at a time. That was insane, stupid really, for the dead teen was sure he'd only been out of it for a few hours.

Crystal blue eyes immediately darted down to their hands and Andrew placed his own atop Tate's, the warmth uncomfortable and the touch making his skin crawl. He hated that. He wished Andrew would stop doing it. Slowly the teen released the brunets collar, slipping his hand from Andrew's in an all too casual fashion as he tried to put his shattered head back together.

"Thought what?" He asked with a small frown, frustrated at how the other was acting so... strangely. As if he was actually concerned for Tate's well being. What a joke.

“..I was really worried."

"Shut up." The blond scoffed, face scrunched with disgust at the others words. Just who did he think he was, acting so familiar with Tate, lying about how 'concerned' he was. It was a load of shit.

"Hell if I know."

#inpes

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bury us alive ;; closed @ tate

It had been so terribly long since he’d last seen Tate.

His friend— no. Surely they were not truly friends. Not after the blond had disappeared for at least a month.. Andrew had never been involved with people of the “popular” crowd, however he did know that friends would never leave each other for such a long amount of time. Certainly not while they were in such a bizarre city, a place where no one could be trusted—-

And these thoughts had only made Andrew more wary of the other.

Thus he found himself shellshocked, to find himself facing Tate’s back. Those familiar, blond curls, that sturdy build. It had to be him.

“..Tate.”

Andrew’s fingers curled and uncurled, fidgeting uncomfortably as he moved forward. And in that moment, his remaining boldness was overcome by a despairing longing. He’d been alone for the entire damn time —

“Tate—” suddenly, he sped up to catch up with the blond, catching him by the arm and pulling him back slightly. Andrew hardly knew what he was thinking, yet he couldn’t let his maybe-friend slip away again.

“Where were you?”

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Where... was he again?

The blond stood in the middle of the street, a little more than confused as he stared ahead blankly, as if waking up from a long, deep sleep. Perhaps he did-- Tate wasn't quite sure what happened, but as the haze in his mind began to clear, so did his thoughts. Hive City-- yes, he was there for... Christmas. He'd gotten something with Kurt Cobain on it, the senders face was familiar but blurred in his head.

"What's going on...?" he muttered, leaning his head into a single palm whilst furrowing his brows. So, Christmas-- there was a dance, he was forced to dance by some blonde girl, his 'friend' got lost in a hedge maze. Blood. Was he the cause of that?

“Tate—”

Blood, why was there so much blood? Tissues too, wait, no he wasn't the cause of that. It was someone else, the hedge maze guy. A... Andy? An... Something... The name was on the tip of Tate's tongue when suddenly his arm was grasped, a hand pulling the dazed teen back and making him stumble slightly. Immediately the dead teen was angered by this, and with a sudden flash of anger he turned upon the stranger, grabbing his collar.

"DON'T--!"

He stopped immediate, something clicking into his hazy mind.

"Wait... An...drew....?"

#inpes #here come the drama train choo choo #or should i say #weh weh

How he'd acquired it didn't matter. All that Andrew cared for was whether or not Tate would appreciate the gift..

Hey,

Thought you might like this. Merry Christmas.

-- Andrew

What? What was this? With a slightly confused expression Tate read the small card, seeing the package was indeed for him and from... Andrew. Huh. With a small shrug he opened the present, the ever famous Kurt Cobain staring right back at the blond.

For a long moment Tate just stared down at it-- it was the first ever really thoughtful gift he'd gotten from someone. The blond rubbed his thumb on the smooth plastic wrapping, a small, pained smile coming to his features.

He felt guilty.

"Thank you... I really, really like it."

#inpes #fdjkslfjdks ; v ;#submission

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“…You’re a load of crap.”

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#bye #inpes

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“Well someone’s in a bad mood.”

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"Why wouldn't I be, Christmas is a load of crap."

#THROWS COAL @ U #inpes

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Celes likes to believe what little information she has is useful in some way, shape or form. Of course she has minimal information to share and that fact that she knows she little despite being in this damned place for so long makes her a little disheartened, but if it helps someone else in some way, then she’ll be satisfied. After all, if she can’t use it, who’s to say that another can’t? The thought of being here for months and not really having anything to contribute to her various causes also causes her some grief, so perhaps in some ways she blinds herself from the fact that she hasn’t really accumulated much yet.

The appearance of Tate’s voice, however, cuts Celes off from her thoughts, causes the woman to look back to him and blink once in surprise, almost as if she had not been expecting him to speak so soon, never mind ask that question of all things. She takes a moment to rest her hands at her sides once more as the pair continue their walk to their destination, her expression perhaps looking solemn for but a moment. ”Me? I have been here for four months, almost five… It is funny, how time passes so quickly when you do not wish it to,”

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Four months... Tate mulled that over in his mind as they walked, looking down at the pavement. Four months in a place like this, four months away from Moira and Chad and all those other annoying fucking ghosts that haunted the murder house. Four months away from his mother... It sounded more like a wonderfully long vacation to Tate, and rather than disheartening him, the new information made him almost gleeful.Four moths and still going strong-- maybe he could spend his life-- or after like in Hive, almost as if he was living once more...

That would be nice.

"You make it sound like this place is miserable."

"You don't seem very happy here, why don't you just leave?" Maybe there was someone keeping here there, someone whom she couldn't leave? Or perhaps... there was no exit. And that, that's what frightened him slightly. Though he would get away from all the annoying fucks he had to spend close to forever with, he was also missing Violet terribly... Maybe he could find a way to bring her there.

#aveiledheart #agIN late wow im trASH

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"We didn’t have traditions where I’m from. And why would we, if it’s all based off of sentimental shit? Only one that seemed anything close to interesting was Halloween."

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