gamorathegalactic thecapitoldarling vertiically auuxilio
"Are you doing that correctly? You are making me nervous."
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gamorathegalactic thecapitoldarling vertiically auuxilio
"Are you doing that correctly? You are making me nervous."
swampxqueen | vertiically | troxblemaker |infamouswitch
"I'm sorry I think this is yours. I didn't mean to break it." Brown doe eyes stared at the ground as she softly spoke the words.
Amber eyes stare at the cigarette balancing between her pointer and middle finger, ash falling off gracefully as the wind blows gently. Autumn is coming, and Violet can't wait -- it's her favorite season, even though it was much better back in Boston.
She's sitting on the brick archway behind Murder House, admiring the barren backyard, how Constance peeked through her blinds every ten minutes, and the quiet chirping of bluebirds in the trees. For the first time in a while, she's at peace.
That is, until she hears a disturbance behind her.
She turns, sees the disheveled blond hair, and groans, taking another much needed drag of the cancer stick.
❝ What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be moping in the basement? ❞
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❝ — y'shouldn't be here, kid. ❞
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Send a ♕ if you're too intimidated to talk/roleplay with me.
omfg come here & let me love u
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He's lived in this house for a couple of weeks now, and somehow he's managed to go without seeing a majority of the ghosts who reside here. It's a bit of a surprise to him when he turns around and sees Tate standing there, in his living room. He hadn't heard a knock-- hadn't heard anyone come in, and so he raises an eyebrow at the oh, so quiet intruder, and he tucks his hands into his pockets. Theoretically, it would be safer to keep them out, where he can grab a weapon if need be, but he feels comforted by the lighter in there.
"--Well, hello."