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Cami sat down in a chair after finding the first aid kit and glanced over toward the man who spoke and raised a brow. “Excuse me?” She said, slightly baffled by his words and then shook her head. “I would expect that from a vampire.” She spoke as she pulled out some alcohol cleaner and another cloth to clean her wound. “And I won’t be leaving it that way. It needs to be cleaned and treated.”
his eyebrows knitted themselves for a slight moment, for once actually confused in what she had said, yet he never took for it to be serious; no, vampires couldn’t exist. still, tate wouldn’t be surprised if they happened to be true; he was a ghost roaming around places, after all. ‘ a vampire? ’ his question was left with a small laugh. ‘ come on, man. ain’t no shit they actually exist. ’ he’d spoke with a hint of disbelief. ‘ and really? ah... that’s a pity. it really is. i still think it’s beautiful, y’know? in case you’d like to change your mind and leave it that way. if not... then i suppose it’s ruined, i guess. the beauty. ...how’d you get it? ’
“Is it acceptable to continue to wear ugly christmas sweaters even after christmas is over?”
‘ don’t know. for some people might not, i guess. you know, assholes that seem to mind over every single shit people do. i don’t care, though. ’
Cami pressed a white cloth against her palm where she had accidental slice her hand open from trying to cut some veggies. The brief slip had happened while she was distracted and she just pressed her lips together at the pain from the cut. “Of course, leave it to me to cut myself.” She muttered as she held the cloth against her palm as it turned red while trying to get to the restroom where a first aid kit might be.
he had been continuously walking, searching for new surroundings and the idea of being able to leave both amazed and irritated him all at once; why was he there? why could he leave? questions that screamed you don’t have control ran through the ghost’s mind, the impotent feeling of being unable to control and understand his own situation. nevertheless, there he was, finding himself in a house completely painted white; better than his new one, yet he did not mind. oh, no. tate didn’t particularly care, still observant he would be. it was the carmine stains, however, that gained his own attention; cinnamon eyes turning from her hand to the golden haired woman’s features as he spoke. ‘ ah, this is beautiful, y’know? really beautiful, i like that. all that blood... you should leave it that way. ’
child tate langdon: ryan londo.
teenage tate langdon: evan peters.
young adult tate langdon: evan peters.
adult tate langdon: charlie hunnam.
Character Aesthetics ~ Tate Langdon - American Horror Story: Murder House
I kill people i like,