#tatexlangdon

[scribedhorror]

@tatexlangdon​ || meme || accepting

" come here. "

The hug hadn’t been anticipated, he had made sure that he was alone before he gave into the tears. It was his brother’s birthday, or it would have been had he still been alive, and Bill couldn’t help but give into the sadness he had been fighting back all day.

He wiped at his face, jumping at the voice as he whipped around to see who it was, though despite his best efforts the tears just kept coming even as he was being pulled into a hug. “S-sorry I didn’t think any-anyone else was h-here.”

[deliciousfear]

IT raised his brow, “Oh? How cute...” IT teases, “... what was your favorite part of it? Did it make you feel powerful?”

@tatexlangdon​ // closed.

[amity-and-enmity]

@tatexlangdon​ asked:  “Let’s go get coffee/tea and walk around that fall vendor fair downtown.” (Emmanuel)

El thought about the invitation for a moment before closing his book. “Sure,” he agreed with a shrug. He hadn’t intended to go anywhere this lazy Sunday afternoon. Still, a shot of autumn sounded like just the thing to wake him up. “Who doesn’t love a pumpkin latte,” he joked, rolling his eyes. They smelled good, sure, but they were pure sugar. Even as he had the thought, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, holding out the box to offer one to Tate.

[scribedhorror]

@tatexlangdon​ || meme || accepting

“See you say it’ll be fine? But, something tells me it won’t be.”

“Oh, it’ll b-be totally fine.” His voice was firm and sure despite the slowly-fading stutter that always laced his words. “And if it’s not I h-have, like, fuh-four different excuses ready in cuh-case the six escape p-plans don’t work out.” His friends would be proud to even hear that he had thought about anything for more than five minutes before jumping headlong into it.