Then what do you have time for?

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I’ve got time for you. But unsolvable riddles will drive me up the wall.

She huffs and sits on his bed “You are the biggest riddle of all, Tate”

"Have fun picking the needle out of the haystack." he stated, rummaging through one of his dressers. Where did that stash go? Tate asked himself, a prickle of anger beginning as his thoughts narrowed on Constance. She found it. He slammed the drawer shut, “Screw her. That witch.” 

She rolled her eyes and observed him. He seemed desperate to find something. At the sound of his drawer being slammed, she shot up. “Witch?! Oh dear! Do not tell me you have those in this world. They are the worst! ”

He shook his head and paced across the room to search elsewhere. “If there are ghosts in this world, I’m sure there are witches, too.” Tate didn’t really believe that. Out of everything he’d seen, he was still a see it to believe it guy and he’d never met a witch. “But no, not an actual witch. I’m talking about my mother.”

Alice relaxed once she knew there was no real threat. She crossed her arms and let herself fall back onto his bed. It was very comfortable. “That isn’t a very proper thing to say. I did have to agree, however. She acts absolutely horrid!” She was used to the ghosts of this house now. “Tate. You are positively boring! You had told me you would show me fun. This is hardly fun at all. Where is Adelaide?”

The way Alice spoke was something that Tate needed a long time to get used to. He had to actually think for a moment and put her words together before responding to her at times. “There aren’t any proper things to say about her, period.” he gave up his search, if Constance didn’t seize it, Larry did. His mother’s slave never screwed up.

"I don’t know where she is, and I deeply apologize that I’m an unfit jester for your court." he shot at her sarcastically, mocking her speech. "I was going to show you fun. ‘Fun’ is missing in action at the moment."

She stared at the ceiling for a moment. Listening to his words. He was putt off. She felt slightly bad for any hand she had in irritating him. She slowly got you and walked to him. Giving a bright smile. “Perhaps I could aid you in retrieving this fun. Perhaps we could find another means of entertainment! ”

Tate’s thoughts shot towards Addie. Was it possible that she took it? Wouldn’t have been the first time. Constance could have bribed her to look through his room, but maybe he was looking in to it too much. “Maybe you could help me. There isn’t anything else to do here, Alice. I’m telling you, I could show you something else.”

Alice smiled and nodded. “You are always in this room. We should have an adventure outside these walls. I do trust you can show me wonderful things!”

There weren’t many wonderful things in the neighborhood he lived in. Nothing he could imagine that she would find enjoyable. “Are you sure? There’s a lot of assholes out there.”

Alice tilted her head. “Do you perhaps, have a better idea?” She asked softly. Moving closer to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Do I look like I’ve got any good ideas?" he told her, slightly frustrated. He knew he had to give up on finding his substance for self-medication, it was just difficult for him to remain calm. The anxiety was prickling.

"Let’s just go outside. That or I can show you more of the house. If you haven’t seen everything already."

Alice cringed at his harsh tone. She had been around him for awhile, but she would probably never get used to his bitter attitude. “Oh. Outside sounds wonderful ”

Tate gave her an off look, which was really returning hers. It was difficult for people to understand the way he’d react to things. He knew that but it was still uncontrollable. “Then let’s get the fuck outta here.” 

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"Tate! Stop hiding, really. It's pissing me off." She said as she sat up in her bed.

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He came from behind the door that led to the hallway and laughed lightly. “I didn’t think you’d feel me around.”

"Yeah? I can feel you a mile away. Your…" she used her hands to gesture as if he had a mass around him "A big mass of sadness"

Tate shrugged his shoulders, giving her the white flag. That was a hard one to hide around this girl and he wasn’t quite sure why. “What are you, an empath?”

"No. I just…I can relate" she gave a small smile and scooted over, patting the space. "Come. Sit down. I can’t sleep anyway "

Although he was hesitant, he followed the command like a puppy. It felt a little warmer when he got closer and sat. “I always had that problem, too.” Tate said before he turned towards her. “What’s up?”

Autumn watched as he walked closer and finally sat down. She gave a small smile and tilted her head. “Nothing. I just…I can’t stand the voices” she knew he would understand what she meant.

"I think we need to help you develop a different coping method." he ran his fingers through her hair before placing his palms back on to his lap. "Not that you should have to cope."

Tate sighed heavily before standing back up. Although his energy was low he still felt he could think better when he stood. Or maybe that was faster? Either way, he had to help her. “What is the first thing that comes to your mind when I ask you…what would you rather be doing right now?”

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Then what do you have time for?

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

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tatumlangdon:

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tatumlangdon:

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thewondrousadventurer:

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I’ve got time for you. But unsolvable riddles will drive me up the wall.

She huffs and sits on his bed “You are the biggest riddle of all, Tate”

"Have fun picking the needle out of the haystack." he stated, rummaging through one of his dressers. Where did that stash go? Tate asked himself, a prickle of anger beginning as his thoughts narrowed on Constance. She found it. He slammed the drawer shut, “Screw her. That witch.” 

She rolled her eyes and observed him. He seemed desperate to find something. At the sound of his drawer being slammed, she shot up. “Witch?! Oh dear! Do not tell me you have those in this world. They are the worst! ”

He shook his head and paced across the room to search elsewhere. “If there are ghosts in this world, I’m sure there are witches, too.” Tate didn’t really believe that. Out of everything he’d seen, he was still a see it to believe it guy and he’d never met a witch. “But no, not an actual witch. I’m talking about my mother.”

Alice relaxed once she knew there was no real threat. She crossed her arms and let herself fall back onto his bed. It was very comfortable. “That isn’t a very proper thing to say. I did have to agree, however. She acts absolutely horrid!” She was used to the ghosts of this house now. “Tate. You are positively boring! You had told me you would show me fun. This is hardly fun at all. Where is Adelaide?”

The way Alice spoke was something that Tate needed a long time to get used to. He had to actually think for a moment and put her words together before responding to her at times. “There aren’t any proper things to say about her, period.” he gave up his search, if Constance didn’t seize it, Larry did. His mother’s slave never screwed up.

"I don’t know where she is, and I deeply apologize that I’m an unfit jester for your court." he shot at her sarcastically, mocking her speech. "I was going to show you fun. ‘Fun’ is missing in action at the moment."

She stared at the ceiling for a moment. Listening to his words. He was putt off. She felt slightly bad for any hand she had in irritating him. She slowly got you and walked to him. Giving a bright smile. “Perhaps I could aid you in retrieving this fun. Perhaps we could find another means of entertainment! ”

Tate’s thoughts shot towards Addie. Was it possible that she took it? Wouldn’t have been the first time. Constance could have bribed her to look through his room, but maybe he was looking in to it too much. “Maybe you could help me. There isn’t anything else to do here, Alice. I’m telling you, I could show you something else.”

Alice smiled and nodded. “You are always in this room. We should have an adventure outside these walls. I do trust you can show me wonderful things!”

There weren’t many wonderful things in the neighborhood he lived in. Nothing he could imagine that she would find enjoyable. “Are you sure? There’s a lot of assholes out there.”

Alice tilted her head. “Do you perhaps, have a better idea?” She asked softly. Moving closer to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Do I look like I’ve got any good ideas?" he told her, slightly frustrated. He knew he had to give up on finding his substance for self-medication, it was just difficult for him to remain calm. The anxiety was prickling.

"Let’s just go outside. That or I can show you more of the house. If you haven’t seen everything already."

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"Tate! Stop hiding, really. It's pissing me off." She said as she sat up in her bed.

derangedsensuality:

tatumlangdon:

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He came from behind the door that led to the hallway and laughed lightly. “I didn’t think you’d feel me around.”

"Yeah? I can feel you a mile away. Your…" she used her hands to gesture as if he had a mass around him "A big mass of sadness"

Tate shrugged his shoulders, giving her the white flag. That was a hard one to hide around this girl and he wasn’t quite sure why. “What are you, an empath?”

"No. I just…I can relate" she gave a small smile and scooted over, patting the space. "Come. Sit down. I can’t sleep anyway "

Although he was hesitant, he followed the command like a puppy. It felt a little warmer when he got closer and sat. “I always had that problem, too.” Tate said before he turned towards her. “What’s up?”

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Then what do you have time for?

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

I’ve got time for you. But unsolvable riddles will drive me up the wall.

She huffs and sits on his bed “You are the biggest riddle of all, Tate”

"Have fun picking the needle out of the haystack." he stated, rummaging through one of his dressers. Where did that stash go? Tate asked himself, a prickle of anger beginning as his thoughts narrowed on Constance. She found it. He slammed the drawer shut, “Screw her. That witch.” 

She rolled her eyes and observed him. He seemed desperate to find something. At the sound of his drawer being slammed, she shot up. “Witch?! Oh dear! Do not tell me you have those in this world. They are the worst! ”

He shook his head and paced across the room to search elsewhere. “If there are ghosts in this world, I’m sure there are witches, too.” Tate didn’t really believe that. Out of everything he’d seen, he was still a see it to believe it guy and he’d never met a witch. “But no, not an actual witch. I’m talking about my mother.”

Alice relaxed once she knew there was no real threat. She crossed her arms and let herself fall back onto his bed. It was very comfortable. “That isn’t a very proper thing to say. I did have to agree, however. She acts absolutely horrid!” She was used to the ghosts of this house now. “Tate. You are positively boring! You had told me you would show me fun. This is hardly fun at all. Where is Adelaide?”

The way Alice spoke was something that Tate needed a long time to get used to. He had to actually think for a moment and put her words together before responding to her at times. “There aren’t any proper things to say about her, period.” he gave up his search, if Constance didn’t seize it, Larry did. His mother’s slave never screwed up.

"I don’t know where she is, and I deeply apologize that I’m an unfit jester for your court." he shot at her sarcastically, mocking her speech. "I was going to show you fun. ‘Fun’ is missing in action at the moment."

She stared at the ceiling for a moment. Listening to his words. He was putt off. She felt slightly bad for any hand she had in irritating him. She slowly got you and walked to him. Giving a bright smile. “Perhaps I could aid you in retrieving this fun. Perhaps we could find another means of entertainment! ”

Tate’s thoughts shot towards Addie. Was it possible that she took it? Wouldn’t have been the first time. Constance could have bribed her to look through his room, but maybe he was looking in to it too much. “Maybe you could help me. There isn’t anything else to do here, Alice. I’m telling you, I could show you something else.”

Alice smiled and nodded. “You are always in this room. We should have an adventure outside these walls. I do trust you can show me wonderful things!”

There weren’t many wonderful things in the neighborhood he lived in. Nothing he could imagine that she would find enjoyable. “Are you sure? There’s a lot of assholes out there.”

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Then what do you have time for?

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

thewondrousadventurer:

tatumlangdon:

I’ve got time for you. But unsolvable riddles will drive me up the wall.

She huffs and sits on his bed “You are the biggest riddle of all, Tate”

"Have fun picking the needle out of the haystack." he stated, rummaging through one of his dressers. Where did that stash go? Tate asked himself, a prickle of anger beginning as his thoughts narrowed on Constance. She found it. He slammed the drawer shut, “Screw her. That witch.” 

She rolled her eyes and observed him. He seemed desperate to find something. At the sound of his drawer being slammed, she shot up. “Witch?! Oh dear! Do not tell me you have those in this world. They are the worst! ”

He shook his head and paced across the room to search elsewhere. “If there are ghosts in this world, I’m sure there are witches, too.” Tate didn’t really believe that. Out of everything he’d seen, he was still a see it to believe it guy and he’d never met a witch. “But no, not an actual witch. I’m talking about my mother.”

Alice relaxed once she knew there was no real threat. She crossed her arms and let herself fall back onto his bed. It was very comfortable. “That isn’t a very proper thing to say. I did have to agree, however. She acts absolutely horrid!” She was used to the ghosts of this house now. “Tate. You are positively boring! You had told me you would show me fun. This is hardly fun at all. Where is Adelaide?”

The way Alice spoke was something that Tate needed a long time to get used to. He had to actually think for a moment and put her words together before responding to her at times. “There aren’t any proper things to say about her, period.” he gave up his search, if Constance didn’t seize it, Larry did. His mother’s slave never screwed up.

"I don’t know where she is, and I deeply apologize that I’m an unfit jester for your court." he shot at her sarcastically, mocking her speech. "I was going to show you fun. ‘Fun’ is missing in action at the moment."

She stared at the ceiling for a moment. Listening to his words. He was putt off. She felt slightly bad for any hand she had in irritating him. She slowly got you and walked to him. Giving a bright smile. “Perhaps I could aid you in retrieving this fun. Perhaps we could find another means of entertainment! ”

Tate’s thoughts shot towards Addie. Was it possible that she took it? Wouldn’t have been the first time. Constance could have bribed her to look through his room, but maybe he was looking in to it too much. “Maybe you could help me. There isn’t anything else to do here, Alice. I’m telling you, I could show you something else.”

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"Tate! Stop hiding, really. It's pissing me off." She said as she sat up in her bed.

derangedsensuality:

tatumlangdon:

He came from behind the door that led to the hallway and laughed lightly. “I didn’t think you’d feel me around.”

"Yeah? I can feel you a mile away. Your…" she used her hands to gesture as if he had a mass around him "A big mass of sadness"

Tate shrugged his shoulders, giving her the white flag. That was a hard one to hide around this girl and he wasn’t quite sure why. “What are you, an empath?”

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"Tate! Stop hiding, really. It's pissing me off." She said as she sat up in her bed.

He came from behind the door that led to the hallway and laughed lightly. “I didn’t think you’d feel me around.”

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