#antithesist

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“. . .Is there someone there ?” The voice is soft yet alluring, as she takes a few more steps, her bare feet soon meeting grass. “. . .Hello?” Her voice now is riddled in confusion as she squints, a hand resting over her brow to get sunlight out of her eyes.

            “ you are like жираф, ”   she snorts, arching a brow as her gaze travels up to meet his own.    it’s a picture that sticks with her,  from one of her childhood books about zoo animals.     she likes it, because she’s heard the resistance refer to them as such before.     there’s a pause, amusement faltering for a beat.   “ I have never seen жираф.   only in book. ”   how can you be like a zoo if you never see any zoo animals ?   the concept was lost to her.   perhaps she should talk to jacob about bringing in more animals.   “ they have the long tongues, ”   she hums, her own sticking out at the other.    /  @antithesist  /  sc

“ You get use to it .”  The fear , the distrust . It was a feeling Tate felt familiar to his core , and he wished his son didn’t have to suffer through the same . There was nothing he could do about it neither --- As much as natural paternal instincts urged him to somehow shield Michael away from it . He reached out , rubbing him along the shoulder blade .  “ It builds character ,”  he assured .  “ People who’ve never had to worry , or struggle , are barely even people . Just ... Mindless drones .”

“ Wow , really ??”  Tate tried to sound genuinely enthused at the permission . An old box was dragged over closer to his feet --- It was stuff from his own childhood , a mix of his and Addie’s . It’d been in the crawlspace for forever ; Forgotten by Constance , and away from any homeowners that might feel inclined to pitch it .  “ Alright , uh ... I mean , personally , I always liked anything by Dr Suess ... All the colors . It always caught my attention .”  That’s what Constance use to read to him , when she actually felt like parenting him .  “ Where the Sidewalk Ends is a good one too . I’ve always liked poetry , I guess .”

“I smile and I say that the world is just fine as these FUCKING parasites eat up my spine.”

Isn’t he everyones????

“ I’m teasing !!”  Tate insisted , laughing partly at his own joke but also at Michael’s reaction ; A dropped expression , furrowed brows .  “ I was just joking with you , dude , don’t get all pouty on me .”  The haunt’s hand reached out to ruffle his son’s hair a little , brushing it back and out of his face ; Constance use to do that to him all the time , and it ticked him off . Maybe it was just an unexplained thing that parents did .  “ You sure as Hell didn’t get your sense of humor from me , huh ??”