the brown eyed daughter

me staring off into the void thinking about old rp partners i miss dearly:

Tate: You consider me a friend?

"Listen to me," he pleaded, his eyes trying desperately to ground his love from the thoughts of what could happen. Nothing would happen to her, or anyone else in the home. Sure, there were some spirits he would love nothing more than to eradicate from the house, but he knew if they went, it meant he and Vi would as well. "Listen," he said again, softer this time as he placed his hand on her shoulder, firm yet comforting as he watched the girl slowly calm down. "We’re not going anywhere. And no one is going to make us go. There are enough spirits in this house to make sure of that. Not to mention…we have the physical connection of that cocksucking whore next door," he said with slight disdain, hating to even consider the fact that he needed Constance’s help if they couldn’t handle the situation on their own.