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[thepsychopathssmile-blog]

Tate was seated at his desk, calmly sketching out what the inside of his bedroom looked like. He had been there a lot since the incident. Constance had an inkling of what had happened and therefore felt he should stay ‘out of sight, out of mind.’ 

If not for Moira, the bowls he ate from in his room would have piled. Despite his apparent mental dysfunction, Tate was very clean. More clean than usual. Not a speck of dirt was under his fingernails, he smelled strongly of essential oils and his hair was in perfect condition. 

The only real give-away were his eyes. Haunted, puffy, with dark rings under them.

He had quiet, classical music playing.

Then he heard a knock at his door.

“No,” He replied flatly, not removing his eyes from his drawing.

[walkingonsun-blog1]

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“You love it,” Anthony whispered into the back of Gabriel’s neck, “You miss having me in your bed.” At least it was true for Anthony. He hated sleeping alone. He held tightly to his brother and tucked his head into the crook of the other’s neck. “You woke up missing me, is that right?” 

[thepsychopathssmile-blog]

Tate: hey?

[walkingonsun-blog1]

“i woke up, & you were gone.”

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“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I went for a walk,” Anthony lied withoutmissing a beat and crawled back into bed, “I went to the park to watchthe sunrise and fell asleep out there.” He could probably smell the alcoholon his breath, the perfume of another on his neck. Still, he stretched outacross them to cuddle into their side as if nothing was out of place.

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“I’ll be right there with you in a sec,” Sam says, furiously writing into the notebook before him on the counter. He was on a writing mood, to continue his little hobby of horror writing today. Brows furrowed, the Aussie mumbles words to himself, trying to find the correct verb..

[spoopyfane]

//first things first you are a great enj i have no doubt about that. maybe you should remake the blog, if it's your dash and drafts that bother you the most. i know that sounds bad but maybe it would ease your stress and take away the feelings of being trapped if you 'restarted'

           thanks bb, that means a lot to hear.

           and i've thought about remaking, and honestly, it just makes me feel really            defeated. like the dash thing won't really go away, because as long as I'm           playing an enjolras in this fandom, that's going to happen. and i'd just, idk.           there's  a  lot  of  stuff  on  this  blog i'm proud of and don't want to lose, i            guess?