This is an american horror story

     ▒ A small smile creeps across the perpetual POUT the Harmon girl wears at his insistence that she stay, if she wanted to do so. ❝ Careful, or I might think you WANT me to stay, ❞ she offers in jest. She knows it must be lonely, forever trapped eternally within the confines of a house that has sat on the market for ages with no takers, no new occupants to pass the time. Of course, this assumption is based off of Violet’s ERRONEOUS idea that the blonde is alone in the house. Being the first and only spirit she has ever come into contact with, she still carries close the notion that she may have willed him into existence, a little added companionship for her otherwise lonely life.

     ▒ If she’s being honest with herself, she doesn’t know exactly WHY she continues to visit the house, to speak to a incorporeal being whom she is not entirely convinced is not purely a figment of her imagination, but she does. ❝ I just LIKE to, okay? Sue me, ❞ she huffs, heaving her bag to the floor as she takes a seat on the lowest stair at the foot of the grand staircase. She can’t be too vulnerable, can’t allow him to truly look too deeply behind that fierce girl façade and see how attached she has become to these visits. ❝ But I’ll go if you WANT… ❞ @filthygoddamn-littlebird

Tate didn’t know why her words were starting to make him feel so at ease. He could feel the tension leaving his body and wasn’t sure if he liked it. The anger he had inside and the fear he struck into others were his safety net. He felt her hand clasp around his and looked the other way, almost embarrassed but he didn’t pull away.  

❝ How long has it been since you’ve had someone love you exactly like you are? I’m sorry it’s taken so long, ❞ with that she reached higher and pressed her cold lips on the top of his head. 

“In a place like this.” Tate paused trying to pick his words carefully. “Love gets snuffed out in a blink of an eye.”  

❝ Still, it’s not weakness to long for that calming love, ❞  she thought about reaching her hand to his face again, but didn’t. Instead, she reached her cold hand and with a slow move, grabbed his hand in hers. She couldn’t feel his living soul, but she felt his warmth, and her dead skin was in flames against it.  ❝You don’t need to push me away, I’m not here to take your place, or tell you what to do. I don’t do any of that. I’m just the mother to the dead. ❞ 

Tate didn’t know why her words were starting to make him feel so at ease. He could feel the tension leaving his body and wasn’t sure if he liked it. The anger he had inside and the fear he struck into others were his safety net. He felt her hand clasp around his and looked the other way, almost embarrassed but he didn’t pull away.  

“Okay so first rule of using a straightner, don’t touch the plate cause they’ll burn you.” Emma giggled taking it out of his hands.

“We might of forgot to plug it in.” She chuckled, reaching over to plug the cord in. “Does it work now?”

Trying to gain some composure before his feelings got out of hand he shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck what you know.” He pushed down the rage as much as he could but he could feel it boiling. 

❝ Good, ❞ she reached a cold, bony and grey skinned hand towards him. ❝ I’m not trying to unleash your anger, or make you feel bad for what you’ve done, trust me, I condone killing, I’m trying to calm you, ❞ her voice still echoed the old walls of the house, calmly floating in the air.  ❝ You shouldn’t care about what I know, nor what anyone knows, you’ve killed, yet you’ve avoided damnation with this cursed house, don’t feel bad, feel proud. ❞

“I will I just- I haven’t done this in a while. Taking a life isn’t so easy anymore, not since i promised- Ah fuck it she won’t know.”

“Here, I’ll teach you. See that?” She asked, pointing to the power button. “Just press it and it’ll turn on.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

❝ Oh, but I do, ❞ she grinned again, but not so evilly, more comfortingly.  ❝ I know exactly, I know every tiny little death that happens in this universe, even the ones your stupid shotgun mess brought to me, ❞ she’s calm when she spoke and just looked at him.  ❝ Things like that can’t be hidden from me, I know what I’m talking about. ❞ 

Trying to gain some composure before his feelings got out of hand he shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck what you know.” He pushed down the rage as much as he could but he could feel it boiling.