Hi. I'm Tate. I'm dead. Wanna hook up? (evilisbeautiful) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-11-14 21:42:00 |
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WHO: Tate Langdon and Violet Harmon
WHEN: The night Tate arrived
WHERE: Starting outside the apartments
WHAT: Tate wants to see Violet before he does anything else
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
To say Tate was confused was an understatement. He didn't know how it was possible for him to be here. When you died in the Murder House, you didn't get to leave. That was just the way it was. Except, now... it wasn't.
Still, Violet was here, and that meant he could endure whatever this place was. For about half an hour there, before he'd found himself that phone, he'd though he'd lost her, for good. That fear had been so great that, when he'd realised that Violet was okay and, better, here with him, it had made the confusion at being out of the house seem rather insignificant in comparison.
But he knew that, just because they were here together, Violet wouldn't just forgive him for what he'd done. It had been hell to live without her, watching her without being able to talk to her or kiss her or touch her, but he knew he deserved it. He'd messed everything up without even meaning to. They'd been doomed from the start. But he wasn't ready to believe it was over for good. He'd just been going to wait until the time was right then prove to her that he really had changed. But coming here had interrupted that plan and forced them together too soon. How was he going to convince her that he was worthy of her now? He supposed the best he could hope for was that she'd be happy to keep talking to him. If he could talk to her again, there might be a chance, right?
Tate was leaning against a building opposite the two, tall apartment buildings. It hadn't been hard to find them. The rest of the city was dark so he'd been able to see the lights shining out of the apartment building windows from far away. Still, he was pretty sure it was Violet that had been drawing him there, not the light. She was his beakon. He couldn't deny that he couldn't wait to see her, even if this wasn't part of him plan to win her back. He wasn't sure which building Violet was in - he hadn't missed that she didn't seem to want to tell him - so, his hands pushed deep in his pockets, he stood with his eyes flickering between the two entrances, not wanting to miss even a second of Violet when she appeared.