@thesilvertcngued LIKED FOR A STARTER ✖
there had been times when his existence in that house had felt endless. times when he could scarcely count the YEARS he’d lingered on inside those walls without a single goddamned thing ever really HAPPENING.
the PASSAGE of time was of course inevitable. families moved in. squatters settled. people DIED. many of them by his own hand, even —— but with every year that crawled by and brought the boy FURTHER from his mortal existence, it became difficult to discern when or if anything NEW would ever happen again.
and then, all at once, it DID.
the energy was PALPABLE and electric throughout the once dormant house, new life breathed into what had become an UNEASY silence. the spirits trapped within the walls ranged from FRIGHTENED to INSPIRED, and for one towheaded malicious spirit, there was no question which end of the spectrum he fell on.
he had watched for weeks as the numbers flooded in, ANGRY incendiary young men who gathered like moths around the FLAME of the most disturbed mind the house had managed to draw in since tate HIMSELF had been lured back. most would have found it disturbing.
—— the forever-young boy, on the other hand, was DELIGHTED.
his name was shouted through the walls like a battle cry as the group prepared for something they eloquently referred to as the NIGHT OF A THOUSAND TATES. he did his damndest not to be offended when he failed to hear himself mentioned even ONCE —— were school shootings and suicide by SWAT really that played out in the twenty first century? —— but his intrigue was unquestionably PIQUED.
it was almost enough to make him want to APPEAR, make himself tangible in front of the leader of this group.
and after hearing what he had HEARD —— a little bird tweeting FAR too loudly —— how could he resist?
it was time to come out of the shadows.
and what better or more silver screen perfect way to do so than to find the azure haired man on his own and enter stage left with an UNCEREMONIOUS:
After the events that took place in his hometown, there was no doubt that he and the recruits needed to pack up and relocate. Ally had proven to be an unreliable, fucking snake-- and admittedly, she had his majesty fooled with those dolly-eyes. He’d known her as a woman crippled by countless phobias, not realizing that his terrorizing had tempted her to grow a fucking backbone. Brazen is she, the lamb, whose ascension into bravery had cost her a death by slaughter. Bravery, stupidity, all the same. And now, the movement has begun to find it’s ground on the west coast, reaching out and appealing to the masses with it’s bold message and charismatic leader, who is all too elated to preach his demented genius upon the sheep that gather to listen.
The place was completely furnished and hardly without a trace of dust when they arrived, which may be suspicious to most, but given the trend of short-lived occupancy that the house’s history had, it didn’t seem all that strange to Kai. In fact, it seemed to be the perfect upgrade that would provide a safe and private space for his proud boys. Sure, there was a history there, but we cannot say that deterred his decision. It was a step up on the front of luxury and decor, for certain, and there was something about it that our divine leader had connected to; something inexplicable, of sorts..as he is entirely ignorant to the reality that spirits walk this earth. Dwell in that house. Feed on negative energy. Doesn’t know why that blonde woman next door looked at him so funny, either.
Thanks to those little, white pills that he chews up like fucking candy, he’s experienced more than his own share of delusions, that of which include men whom he’s read about and admired for their tactful approach to leadership among the weak. Charles Mason, being one. Because of these hallucinations, it may prove to be difficult to show our leader that there is a realm beyond his own that exists.. But we can count on one of them to try.
The bitter, white dust is gritted between teeth without a flinch, swallowed down with an ease that comes with practice. Chest is puffed like that of a peacock as he ascends those stairs, riding off the visceral high of men chanting for his cause. For the night they’ve all been planning for. It was nearly upon them, and both the adrenaline and tension were spiking on the shoulders of his majesty, jarred with genuine shock when he hears that voice come from behind him. No one was ever able to sneak up on Kai. Was this the ghost of his past, reflecting it’s broken heart? Features are too alike to not be, he thinks. A fathomless gaze will stay fixed and wide, jaw clenching with the belief that his senses deceive him, still. “Who.. What are you?”
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