#constancexlangdon

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October in Los Angeles is never TRULY cold. Even after dark on Halloween night there is barely a CHILL in the ocean &  exhausted scented air. That is --- - unless one finds themselves on or near 939 Berro Drive, the old house that emits its own kind of chill any day of the year but is INTENSIFIED on the night of All Hallows Eve -- - perhaps because of the spirits who are ( FINALLY ) allowed to leave its hallowed walls...

& at approximately 5:17pm one such spirit left those walls & traveled approximately one yards length away, burdened down with a  delicately covered cake tray & a MISSION. 

A quick knock on the BACK DOOR ( it would be unseemly to go through  the front ) &  a cordial but not entirely warm smile settled plainly on unpainted lips -- this is her TRUE form. No longer the siren but the  truth of her soul. Seen by this woman. This murderer. 

Strange perhaps that she would bring Constance Langdon ( of all  people ) a BAKED GOOD. But the cake was not for her. 

Not really.

“I know you are in there Mrs. Langdon,” clipped speech, raised slightly to be heard through the glass, “I can smell your cigarettes & self loathing.”

[thesmileclown]

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Escorting a little blond-headed child back home wasn’t what Sam thought he’d be doing this afternoon, but he supposed there was something to be said about good deeds. He had been trying to get some writing done, think of some new jokes when he’d heard laughter. None of his neighbors had kids, so initially he had been certain that he’d finally lost his mind. Or maybe his jokes had gotten funnier and were making ghost children laugh. Fortunately, he had been feeling rational today and had peaked out the window to see the child in his yard. He was terrorizing one of the stray cats, so Sam had been quick to intervene, both for the cat and the child’s well-being. 

Even more concerning was that the boy didn’t look to be more than five years old, if that. Definitely too young to be wandering the neighborhood. Someone was missing their kid, and he couldn’t just do nothing. The kid couldn’t remember the phone number, but he did remember the address, and luckily, it was within walking distance. He’d drop the kid off and be on his way. And so they walked, chatting a bit about what Sam considered to be typical child things, though some of the things the kid said did seem a little...off color. Oh well, that’s just how kids were. It also might have had something to do with where he lived. Right next to Murder House. No wonder he had quite the imagination. Sam rang the doorbell, hoping that someone was home.

[bitterxdisappointment]

"I don’t think I can trust you anymore, or ever again."

constancexlangdon

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      She should have known that Constance would never take the news well. No one in her position would. However, she still had to tell her and deal with the consequences even though none of this was actually her fault. 

      “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. He came onto me,” Jude explained for the umpteenth time. 

      She looked to her niece, tired of fighting with her. All she wanted was for Constance to believe her. She wanted her out of this relationship. If Hugo had thought it alright to come onto one of her relatives, he was probably cheating on her with a few other women. 

      “You can be angry at me all you want, but that doesn’t change what he did,” she wearily told her. 

[headmistressgoode]

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✔ A plot you would love to play out with your character

Oh my god, so many things… I really loved some ideas that I roleplayed some time ago and had a lot of potential but that sadly got stuck, and many, many ideas that would be amazing to do with Delia. I have to admit I am a sucker for shipping so many things are romantic, but I also really want a mother!Cordelia or some kind of past with Fiona and/or Myrtle.

[makehimthecutest-blog]

constancexlangdon replied to your post:<( I’ve never had a problem with personal blogs...

{ i haaaaate when that happens. }

( I know friend, it sucks. If it begins to bother you, feel free to put it into a new thread. <3 )

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constancexlangdon:

"—-As though you have room to talk, missy.”

"Oh, I never said I did...but guess what? That doesn't lessen the truth of it all. I know I've done bad things...but do you?"

[traviswanderly]

"Whose side are you on?"

           ”Your side”

                                         ( his eyebrows furrow in confusion. )           ”I’ve always been on your side.”

[mrchadwarwick-blog]

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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character

I think it'd be fun to play a verse where Chad's not the good guy for a change. After  he finds out that Patrick doesn't love him at all anymore, he's the one who starts hitting on the new owners.