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“Do you wanna have a tea party?” she asked softly while she lifted her head up into the general direction where she had heard voices in the murder house. Maybe she could make more friends as that idea made her eager. “I have a tiara too..Mommy usually wears it, but..you can wear it..”
tate
“ Is it because we can walk through walls too ??” Tate teased ; He settled back against the headboard alongside his sister , his arm draping around her thin shoulders to pull her close to him . “ Hey , maybe we can get you a Kitty Pryde costume for Halloween this year . I promised to take you down the road that gives out FULL - SIZED candy bars .” It was better than just moping around at home , after all . But the fear that those kids from school would find him again —He didn’t want his sister to become WITNESS to that . She wasn’t completely aware of the things he’s done … The people he’s hurt , and that’s why her hero comment made his breath catch in his throat . “ I don’t know about that , Bets ,” Tate tried to laugh off . “ Heroes stop bad guys and stuff . I’m just a brother .”
She nodded while she curled up into his side resting her hand onto his chest adoring the comfort she felt safe in his arms. She gasped lifting her head up while she nodded her head. “Yeah!” she beamed liking the idea of dressing up as her favorite this year. She furrowed her eyebrows together while she curled her fingers into the fabric of his sweater. “You stopped the bad guys from bullying me, doesn’t that count?” she asked in a curious tone her head laying back against his chest as well. “I thought it would..”
TATE
“ Cause the characters gotta have different voices . Duh .” With Betty in arms , Tate toted her back over to his bed and set her down , making sure to drop extra heavy on the mattress to give her a bounce . “ Can you remember what we were reading ?? X-Men , right ??” They were some of the few things Tate managed to save from his time living , having all piled into an old box that was often kept in the basement ; But now that the mansion was over - run with the dead , he’d returned most of his belongings to his bedroom . They were dug though , colors washed out and pages frayed . “ Which one is your favorite again ?? Kitty Pryde ??”
She let out a series of giggles past her lips when she was dropped onto the mattress while she got comfortable onto the bed knowing where to lean back against the headboad. “..X-men yes..” she nodded her head while reaching up to push the annoying strands of her curly hair away from her face that irritated her. She lifted her head up when she heard the name of her favorite causing a smile to break out more onto her lips. “Yes! She can walk through walls and beat up the bad guys and be good” she thrusted her fist into the air and smiled. “I love her!” she paused while she let her hands fall back into her lap. “But..I love my brother more. He’s my hero.” she turned her head into the direction where she knew Tate was. “You’re my real hero.”
Beatrice Rose Langdon. She was the second born Langdon who had lost her life playing in the background of the murder house. It was a bee sting that nobody knew she was allergic to that caused her to fatally pass away that same day.
c0kehead·
A familiar weak , but sing - song voice pulled him from the world of his comic books . “ Hey , Bets ,” he acknowledged ; With his reading material was discarded aside , Tate got to his feet . “ Hey , pretty - girl . What’s up ??” He hooked her hands underneath her armpits , hefting his sister up against his core . There wasn’t much to smile about these days … All the death , and bad - omens going on . ( Tate felt GUILTY that he was sort of happy that Beatrice was unable to witness it all !!) But his sister was one of the few things that made him feel HAPPY . He delicately brushed misplaced strands of brown from her face , “ You lonely ??”
A small smile formed onto her lips once she was lifted into his arms while her arms wrapped around his neck while leaning into his touch. “Yeah..” she then made a face. “I was having a tea party with a nice lady named Nora but..she started to cry and she had to go...” she trailed off before lifting her head up towards him. “So I didn’t have a tea party today..can you read to me? The cool books?” she smiled gently letting her head rock to the side while a giggle fell past her lips. “You always make those voices and it’s fun.”
She slowly maneuvered her way throughout the house which she learned the ways of the murder house after learning with the help of Constance and other ghost. She let her hand slide against the wall making her way towards the room that Tate often was in. She slowly reached out making sure the door wasn’t closed before she stood in the doorway. “..Tate..?” she called out softly. “Are you here?” she moved her head around in hopes to hear the sounds of feet shuffling, or the sound of his voice.
@c0kehead here is a starter !
betty langdon // edits
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CAN I BRING MY LIGHTSABER ??” Mary asks, albeit shyly. Kids her age, living or dead, is a territory she isn’t used to. Almost afraid of, to be truthful. They normally don’t like her. “I’m a jedi.”
She cocked her head to the side a confused frown forming onto her lips while her eyebrows furrowed together. “..Lightsaber..?” she repeated softly while hugging her dog closer to her chest. “Jedi..?” she asked in a more confused tone. “...W..What’s those..things?” she asked in a quieter soft nervous tone.
“Do you wanna have a tea party?” she asked softly while she lifted her head up into the general direction where she had heard voices in the murder house. Maybe she could make more friends as that idea made her eager. “I have a tiara too..Mommy usually wears it, but..you can wear it..”
MAMA’S DARLING DAUGHTER ! ( credit )
# QUEEN JESSICA LANGE MAKING HER ICONIC ENTRANCE (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
