#tass:threads

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@unconventional-weapons continued from [X]

“Lunchtime. Had some leftovers from last night. Promise.”

Tass leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, trusting in him enough to believe it when he promised. “And you’ve been drinking water today?”

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@mythandmonsters​ continued from [X]

“Can you really blame me when the view is so nice?”

“Did you forget that you’re allowed to touch?”

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@linesofmagic​

“Why on earth is it that you hate me? I have done literally nothing to you. Ever.” Hell, Griffin hadn’t even been a thing when he left and he had been around for his brother’s childhood. It made no sense to him.

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@bewitchedandblessed

“We all make mistakes when things are a mess. I just wish she could forgive me.”

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@deathandsleep

Truth be told, Tass didn’t know where else to go. What little he learned from Cam sort of ruled Ava’s out because he didn’t want to stress out the grandson he had never known about. He couldn’t handle looking at his mother either. Even still, he felt terribly awkward showing up on his father’s doorstep after this long.

“…Can I crash here for a bit?”

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@mythsandmonsters

It wasn't really like he had nowhere else he could go. Truth be told, Tassos wanted to be here. Even if only for a few moments. He had forgotten what it had felt like to be home. Of course, his luck had never been stellar and he was still perched on the edge of the bed when Cam walked in.

"...Hi."

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@creaturesx​

Tassos stood just inside the doorway, a nervous energy wrapped around him. Standing still wasn’t anything he was good at, that much everyone knew, but this was different. He always got anxious coming over here and he hated it. 

Still, he quiet as he fiddled with the small box in his hands, the silver wrapping paper glinting merrily in the dim light. The contents were a set of keys to his own apartment, one he had just moved to from his father’s house. He hoped it would make some things easier.

“I come baring a gift.”

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@mythsandmonsters

Truthfully, he only really knew of the boy in passing glances at photos. Avalon had a few around the house, had rolled her eyes and told him who the boy was and his name. She had neglected to mention that he had taken after Chance in any manner, so it was startling to come face to face with his grandson, only to find the boy covered in blood. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the words more to himself than his grandson, but still loud enough to be heard.