#antvchrst

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STARTER CALL  ---  @antvchrst​

madison didn’t even  know  her savior,  yet  unsurprisingly  he was the  ONLY ONE  around..  who  else  was she suppose to talk to.  “ they didn’t even   C A R E   that I was  dead... “   eyes look off in the distance,  almost  pretending  she wasn’t talking to him;  she wouldn’t even be  OFFENDED  if he ignored her words,  might even be  better,  she could go back to  playing the  BITCH  without missing a  beat. 

[noblecide-aa]

@antvchrst​ asked:  “  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

A bitter laugh left the haunt’s throat.  “I’ve been asking myself that for decades,”  he didn’t stop his trek forward though he did turn around to look at Michael; Who was only a few steps behind, following him throughout the mansion.  “I’ll be sure to let you know when I figure it out.”  Tate couldn’t get away from Michael quick enough; Maybe it was an unfair hatred. Michael hadn’t asked to be born, but Tate also didn’t ask to be conduit for the devil himself either. No matter, the man trailing him was the living, breathing outcomes of Tate’s bad choices and he hated it. He got to the basement door and placed a hand on the knob, turning to fully address Michael now, who seemed to be Hellbent on speaking with him.  “What do you want from me?!”  Tate snipped.  “I mean, what - what could you possibly want from me?! You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”  The only thing that Tate knew about his son was the moments where Michael would play next door in the backyard, and he would watch curiously from the kitchen window. It wasn’t a longing feeling; He didn’t want to be his father. But there was a strange, uncomfortable instinct within him. Maybe it was because Tate knew how Constance was. It made him sad to see another innocent kid fall victim to her cruelty.  “I can’t give you anything that you might want.”

[witchaotics-archive]

“ i, um… i didn’t know where else to go… ”

‘𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

When things concerned Michael, it often felt like a gamble. Was he being sincere or was he being manipulated? Morgan couldn’t tell sometimes and he certainly wanted to play his cards safely. Not to mention, as awful as he could be, he still seemed ultimately human.

And that blurred the lines so much more. “I’m not sure what I can do for you.” His lips pressed in a firm line, uncertain of which action to take. Needless to say, he was between a rock and a hard place.