If Only.

♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet.

It was that time of the year again though there was no snow outside the windows, the Los Angeles weather being much too warm for that. Something some people liked and others didn’t, the blonde vaguely recalled Violet commenting on how she missed having actual weather. The memory made him smirk, contact between them was still limited but never once had he given up on her. Which brought him to today and how he slowly approached her in that shy boy manner that he had at times around her. Even more now that there was such a gap between them, she had told him to go away. He would never forget that, but perhaps over time he would be forgiven. Heh, it was hopeful thinking. Still he spoke up to her.

"It’s Christmas soon you know? Want to get into the spirit with a Christmas song?"

"No no no, you think sugar cookies have them beat but you just don’t know how wrong you are." He tsked at her in that playful tone that he used to use before everything happened between them. Their fingers were laced together and he was sure to lead her through the halls, ignoring any other spirits who would happen to see them walk by and gave them quite curious looks. "I’m not sure, I haven’t looked. Maybe my mom left something behind? Like she has any taste in movies." He had to roll his eyes at that, but knowing his mother she probably took all movies and didn’t leave a thing behind.

♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet.

It was that time of the year again though there was no snow outside the windows, the Los Angeles weather being much too warm for that. Something some people liked and others didn’t, the blonde vaguely recalled Violet commenting on how she missed having actual weather. The memory made him smirk, contact between them was still limited but never once had he given up on her. Which brought him to today and how he slowly approached her in that shy boy manner that he had at times around her. Even more now that there was such a gap between them, she had told him to go away. He would never forget that, but perhaps over time he would be forgiven. Heh, it was hopeful thinking. Still he spoke up to her.

"It’s Christmas soon you know? Want to get into the spirit with a Christmas song?"

The tension wasn’t as bad between them and it was only getting easier as they kept talking, as if nothing had changed between them. “Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite,” he commented towards her with a small smile. Which they were, but it was deadly sometimes, he remembered once biting into what he thought was a chocolate chip cookie but actually turned out to be a raisin cookie, that was a very horrible surprise. “Great, I’m sure we can find something to watch.” With that he outstretched his hand towards her so she would take it, wanting to lead her to the basement.

Tate looked over at her, having that kicked puppy look about him but not answering right away. It seemed that Violet knew him quite well, at least well enough to know that there was something wrong with him. Not that he was going to answer her. “Who says that there’s something wrong?”

He couldn’t of asked for anything better than this, this closeness, never once did he even let go of her. He couldn’t. “I’m not really surprised, even before when you weren’t saying anything he figured it out.” He had to smirk just a little at the thought that her father always seemed to know. “I don’t think he can help it, it’s what he does for a living after all. Not that he should shrink you. Maybe he should leave you alone, he’s only making it worse.”

♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet.

It was that time of the year again though there was no snow outside the windows, the Los Angeles weather being much too warm for that. Something some people liked and others didn’t, the blonde vaguely recalled Violet commenting on how she missed having actual weather. The memory made him smirk, contact between them was still limited but never once had he given up on her. Which brought him to today and how he slowly approached her in that shy boy manner that he had at times around her. Even more now that there was such a gap between them, she had told him to go away. He would never forget that, but perhaps over time he would be forgiven. Heh, it was hopeful thinking. Still he spoke up to her.

"It’s Christmas soon you know? Want to get into the spirit with a Christmas song?"

"Well it obviously worked." His voice sounded more playful now as he noticed that small little smile which she was trying so hard to hide. It didn’t get passed him in the slightest and knew then that she was going to enjoy this as much as he was, there was no fighting this. "Well, it was complete bullshit in my family but that is no reason that we can’t celebrate." There was no reason that his family life should effect them, he wouldn’t let it effect them. "Either is fine by me, I’d take the entire holiday. We could sing carols, bake cookies, and all that other crap." He laughed at this, just picturing it in his mind’s eye. Though being stuck in this house did put a damper on things, there was only so much that they could do to pass the time. "Well I found a VHS player in the basement.. if we’re lucky it still works."

Tate looked over at her, having that kicked puppy look about him but not answering right away. It seemed that Violet knew him quite well, at least well enough to know that there was something wrong with him. Not that he was going to answer her. “Who says that there’s something wrong?”

"Aw, you know me sooo well." He rolled his eyes before moving his hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall right back into place like he hadn’t moved it at all. He was sure to give Violet a chance to adjust herself on the bed to where it could be comfortable for the both of them, they’d done this before so it was nearly perfected in a way that they just molded together seamlessly. He went and cuddled up right against her, holding her hand and enjoying the warmth that came from her resting her head against him. "Your dad?" How was he supposed to answer that? It wasn’t like Dr. Harmon was in the best shape right now, even he could see that in his sessions with him. When he was there it was clear that they both needed help. "Well.. he warned me to keep away from you again," he chuckled, "like that’s going to happen, but he did seem a little off. Maybe the stress is getting to him."

♪: One of our muses inviting the other for a Christmas duet.

It was that time of the year again though there was no snow outside the windows, the Los Angeles weather being much too warm for that. Something some people liked and others didn’t, the blonde vaguely recalled Violet commenting on how she missed having actual weather. The memory made him smirk, contact between them was still limited but never once had he given up on her. Which brought him to today and how he slowly approached her in that shy boy manner that he had at times around her. Even more now that there was such a gap between them, she had told him to go away. He would never forget that, but perhaps over time he would be forgiven. Heh, it was hopeful thinking. Still he spoke up to her.

"It’s Christmas soon you know? Want to get into the spirit with a Christmas song?"

Violet sounded angry to a point but that didn’t change the fact that he was smiling now at her words, she wasn’t sending him away! Surely this had to be some sort of progress, right? The other ghostly inhabitants were wrong, she would forgive him one day no matter how long he had to wait. Tate pulled his hand away to fiddle with his own fingers. “You know you won’t regret it. I promise.”

They were indeed magnets to each other. Violet was pulled to him, no matter how ashamed she felt about that. And no matter how many awful thoughts she had about him. Everything in her told her to say no to him, like usual, and send him away so she wouldn’t be bothered, but she just couldn’t stand it anymore. She was so lonely, almost as if she were back at the first day when she had moved to his house. She missed him, albeit feeling a bit ashamed of it.  She did really hope she wouldn’t want to take back her decision to saying yes to Tate. She could see the genuine smile that appeared on his lips and she took a deep breath. Violet met his gaze again, wrapping her arms around herself. “You better hope I don’t.” She spoke softly now, less angry, more like her normal self. “Were you serious about singing those Christmas songs? I didn’t even knew you liked that kind of stuff.”  She raised a brow at him, vaguely wondering if he did enjoy those things. 

He seemed happier now and it showed but of course there was always that thought in the back of his head that said that she was going to turn him away any second now or perhaps change her mind. None the less he kept that sweet smile on his face, it was so innocent you would of never guessed the things that he had done, such as murder and rape. Because such a sweet innocent face could never do that, they were wrong. “Actually that was just an excuse to talk to you,” he admitted with a shrug, “kind of a lame excuse, huh?” He was sure that he could of come up with something better. “You like the holidays though, don’t you? You looked like you enjoyed them last year, and I just want to enjoy it with you.” It wasn’t like he had the best Christmas’ growing up, so didn’t really have any fond memories.

Tate looked over at her, having that kicked puppy look about him but not answering right away. It seemed that Violet knew him quite well, at least well enough to know that there was something wrong with him. Not that he was going to answer her. “Who says that there’s something wrong?”

Tate took the moment to relish in the fact that she was touching his hair, it was something that he very much enjoyed and didn’t get anywhere else. He was lucky to have this, to have her he quickly reminded himself mentally. “You can hold me,” he said with one corner of his lips quirked up. Just an excuse to get her to touch him even more which would please him and help him feel better in a way.

(for your viewing pleasure)

"And what if none of their souls were saved?"

"I have seen the world, beheld its wonders." 

"You are young. Life has been kind to you. You will learn." 

"How would you like a little squiff, dear. A little jig-jig, a little bounce around the bush. Wouldn’t you like to push me crumpet? It looks to me, dear, like you’ve got plenty there to push."

"There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it." 

"Oh, that was many years ago… I doubt if anyone would know."

"Wait! What’s your rush? What’s your hurry?"

"You gave me such a fright! I thought you was a ghost!"

"I’ve noticed something weird. Lately all the neighbor’s cats have disappeared."

"No denying times is hard."

"Spit it out, dear. Go on, on the floor. There’s worse things than that down there."

"Up there? Well, no one’ll go near it. People think it’s haunted. You see, years ago something happened up there. Something not very nice."

"My, you do like a good story, don’t you?"

"So changed! Good God, what did they do to you down there in bloody Australia or wherever you were?"

"Let them quake in their boots… For their hour has come."

"Have you got any money? How’re you going to live?"

"These are my friends. See how they glisten?"

"Speak to me, friend. I’ll listen."

"Well, we’re together. And we’ll do wonders, won’t we?"

"Always had a fondness for you, I did."

"At last my right arm is complete again!"

"Teach me how to sing. If I cannot fly, let me sing."

"Won’t you give me a chance?"

"Don’t go trespassing there. Not if you value your heart. Tamper there, and it’s a good whipping for you."

"I’ll steal you."

"If I see your face again on this or any other neighbor street, you’ll rue the day that you were born. Is that plain enough speaking for you?" 

"Rub a minute. Stimulating, in’it?"

"Smells like piss."

"Do you hear me? Either accept my challenge, or reveal yourself a sham." 

"Strange. It seems your face is known to me."

"I guarantee to give you, without a penny’s charge, the closest shave you will ever know." 

"Off! Off with you, or you’ll get a kick on your rump that’ll make your teeth chatter!"

"Hush, love, hush." 

"Don’t you know, silly man, half the fun is to plan the plan. All good things come to those who can wait." 

(tw!) ”Since you’re so hot to ksh! That’s the throat to slit, dear.”

"Why do you call me that?"

"You mock me! You tempt me with your innocence!" 

"What shall I do? I’d rather die!"

"Was that a noise? You must’ve heard that there?"

"The plan is made, so kiss me!"

"At your service. A pleasure to have your patronage."

"You are in a merry mood today."

"May we proceed?"

"Pretty women are a wonder."

"Here’s to pretty women!" 

"There is indeed a higher power to warn me just in time."

"Deceiving slut!" 

"All this running and shouting! What is it now, dear?"

"Why did I wait? You told me to wait!"

(tw!) "They all deserve to die!"

"In all of the whole human race there’s two kind of men, and only two. The one’s stay put in his proper face and the one with his foot in the other one’s face." 

(tw!) "Look at me! Look at you! Don’t we all deserve to die?"

"Welcome to the grave!" 

"I will have vengeance!"

(tw!) "I want you bleeders!"

"The work waits! I’m alive at last! And I’m full of joy!"