#violetweeps

"--See with cross'd arms they sit -- ah! happy crew. The fire is going out and no one rings..For coals, and therefore no coals Betty brings. A fly is in the milk-pot -- must he die by a humane society?--" Often, Tate finds himself mumbling the workings of Keats aloud, wondering just what this poet was smoking in his time. Unaware that his solitude has been corrupted by another, Tate keeps his back to them, oblivious to his surroundings, while the words remain rolled on the tip of his tongue.

            ----I-Is th-there a r-reason w-why i-i-it's s-so cold?    [ She'll just walk up to the ghost, cardigan wrapped tightly around her, little hands curling around the fabric, shivering. That was normal though: during her time in heaven, she was never cold, angels didn't get cold. But, when she fell, it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before and has become super sensitive to it. It sucks. ]             Un-Unless i-it's j-just me, than s-s-sorry, i-it's k-kind of b-becoming n-normal f-for me. 

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        "P--people c--c-can be r-really mean ar-around the e-end of O-October!" Oh, excuse her, the tiny fallen hasn't exactly grasped a hold of Halloween completely yet. And, to be quite frank----- is extremely relieved it's all over. And now she's confining in the little flower-- the girl she asked about falling in love! "I--It r-r-really confuses m-me!"