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Taint | Who Are You? 

coldasacorpse:

Taint had been in the basement, pacing the floor for what seemed like forever. When he saw a small beam of light come from the cracked basement door, he froze. Fuck. It was Tate. Taint wasn’t sure how he was going to go about this, or what he could possibly say to Tate that would be of much significance. “Is this really what it’s going to be like?” He smirked to himself as he realized that Tate was feeling quite a bit of negativity. He wondered why, what he had missed out on in the time that he was disconnected from him. “What’s the trouble?” He asked in a low tone, slowly emerging from the shadows of the back of the basement. He was almost positive that Tate would recognize at least his face—how could you forget it, right? He took a seat next to him and gave a grin, waiting for a reply. Maybe he was bored, maybe he missed the certain entertainment that the darkness brought.

“What’s the trouble?” That voice made Tate cringe and a chill go down his spine. He looked up to see that face, the face that haunted him in his worst hours and the face that made him do the worst things. He gritted his teeth as the figure sat beside him and looked at him grinning. “None of your business.” He said through his teeth looking the other way as he got up to get away from him. “What are you doing here? Should you be somewhere else.” He chucked for a moment then cut himself off. “Like hell? Or am I being to straight? Are you stuck here too?” He said harshly and didn’t turn back to the figure just stared blankly at the wall.

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Moira | Little Bundle Of Joy? 

thatghostlyeye:

Moira had heard of the new arrivals in the house from the nurses and the piss poor doctor. She was slightly saddened that she wasn’t a part of the process, but was happy for them nonetheless. She did, however, know that this was going to be a rough and winding road for the new families. There was nothing easy about raising spirit children. “Moira?” Moira heard a rather disgruntled voice call her name, she could only assume it was Tate as that was his default setting in most situations. She made her way to where the voice came from and saw him in an obviously sleep deprived state. “Sleep helps the dead too, you know.” She pointed out, pulling out one of the chairs and taking a seat. “We don’t need it, but it helps.” She said, shrugging. Moira directed her attention to the cabinet and stood back up to make her way over. “Would you like some tea, dear?” She asked in a slightly exhausted tone as she struggled to find the boxes that the new tenants had obviously misplaced. It was hard work dealing with so many irresponsible teens, Mr.Watson never gave her this much trouble, but it was her choice to stay on as the made after all.

“Sleep helps the dead too, you know. We don’t need it, but it helps.” Tate nodded knowing that Moira was right, he should try and sleep more but having Charlotte and everything was starting to wear on him. “Would you like some tea, dear?” He looked over at Moira in her older form and nodded. “Thank you.” He wasn’t used to having Moira be a more motherly figure to him then Nora but everything changed ever since The Harmon’s moved in and ever since everything was getting more and more weird. “How’s the baby Moira? I mean… How do you raise him since he can’t actually grow?” He sighed and leaned more into the seat as he tried his best to think. “How do you raise a kid at all? It all just seems so complicated.” He put his hands to his face and tried to think about what he was going to do with his family and his life.

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Jace | Baby Blues. 

jacetaylor:

“Haven’t seen much of you around lately, then again I haven’t seen a lot of anyone lately.” Jace chuckled a bit, nodding. He knew that feeling all too well lately. “What’s the matter? Ally got you all wrapped up?” Jace shrugged his brows a bit, letting out a long sigh. “You could say that.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair. “Or do you have new responsibilites?” Jace gave Tate a nod as he said this. “Bingo.” He said in a mumble. “Somehow, I managed to get Allyson pregnant with my unborn child.” He said in a mockingly proud tone, laughing a bit as he shook his head. “Normally it would be fine, but he’s…”  He trailed off, trying to find the right word. “Different.” He said once he had found it. “Ally told me that Violet was pregnant, too.” He said, raising a brow as he looked back to Tate. “Congrats.” He said in a shrug, maybe Tate’s child wasn’t plagued with the same things as Jayson was. “He stopped growing out of nowhere.” He said, still baffled by this fact. He shrugged a bit before letting his arms fall back to his sides, a perplexed huff escaping his lips.

 “Bingo. Somehow, I managed to get Allyson pregnant with my unborn child.” Tate couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Of course he did.. “Normally it would be fine, but he’s… Different.” He caught his attention and turned his attention to Jace studying his face. “Ally told me that Violet was pregnant, too. Congrats.” He shook his head but sighed. “Thanks, you too.” He flickered his eyes back up to the attic and then across the yard thinking to himself. “He stopped growing out of nowhere.” He stood up and looked at Jace nodding his head. “Let me just take a guess at this..” He took a step closer to Jace crossing his arms. “Your son grew at a rapid rate, I bet he looks to be somewhere around the age of four and then recently it started to slow and now it’s like nothing.” He started noticing this change in his daughter Charlotte recently and it scared him but he found that maybe it was okay, at least it meant she wouldn’t outgrow them. “My daughter, she… She stopped growing. At first I was worried but then I realized this is what was meant to happen.” He turned away from him walking up the steps leaning on the railing staring on the tree behind the gazebo. “Not saying we were supposed to have children but maybe this is a way of  punishing us.” He turned and looked at Jace and sighed heavily.

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Taint | Who Are You? 

Tate was tired, he didn’t know what to do and he was tired by the simple and old things that he used to do. Now all he cared about was how he was going to keep Charlotte in the attic and away from the food supply in the kitchen pantry while trying to spend some form of time with Violet. He had so much on his mind that he didn’t snap into where he was until the light flickered making the small section in the back of the basement pitch black. He strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of anything around him when he came up with nothing. He let out a sigh and reached around the room until he found the wall and slid down it slowly until his butt hit the floor without any objects to stop him. He leaned his head against the door and put his hands on his face letting out a louder sigh. “Is this really what it’s going to be like?” He asked himself but let the words fall from his lips. He would be the first to admit that Charlotte was the perfect daughter, in his eyes at least, and it would be horrible if they would never have had her but it really does change everything to have a child. 

Moira | Little Bundle Of Joy? 

Tate wandered around the house looking for Moira, he needed help and he was hoping she was willing to help him out. He didn’t know much about being a father and he knew Violet didn’t either and he knew they needed as much help as they could get without talking to his mother. He walked down the stairs slowly and looked around the house that was partially filled with strange new furniture that he guessed was for the teenagers moving in and the new brighter and friendlier colors on the walls. As if that would change anything. He rolled his eyes at all the new furniture, wall colors, and fixtures around the house slightly wondering how they got all the money for it then remembered it probably shouldn’t even be worth trying to figure out. He wandering through the room and found himself at the kitchen without any luck in finding Moira. With a sigh he sat down at on the bar stool and leaned on the counter behind him. “Moira?” He called out and although the lack of enthusiasm due to the strange need for sleep due to the fact that he is dead and it technically isn’t really needed. 

Jace | Baby Blues. 

jacetaylor:

Jace had slowly come to notice changes in his little boy. He had grown at an unusually fast pace, both mentally and physically. Lately though, it had seemed to come to a screeching halt. There was something different about Jayson, and Jace wasn’t sure if it was a good thing. He reminded him of himself, and that scared him. Allyson hadn’t seemed to have noticed it yet, and Jace wasn’t going to be the one to point out to her that there was something “wrong” with her child, she would flip out. Jayson wasn’t a bad kid, he could be sweet and loving just like Jace could, but there was that little spark in him—that same one that drove Jace to the edge at times. He needed a bit to himself, so when Ally and Jayson took a nap, he made his way outside.

Normally Jace would smoke a pack of cigarettes when he was this stressed, but at the moment he couldn’t stand the thought of focusing on anything else than breathing—it was an impossible task. He made his way out to the gazebo and saw a familiar…well, head of hair. He shrugged, not minding the male so much anymore, and made his way over. Allyson had mentioned that Violet had been pregnant too, he could only assume that it was Tate’s. Maybe his kid ended up like Jayson too? He questioned himself, making his way into the gazebo. “What am I going to do?” He chuckled a bit, taking a seat and leaning against the wooden bars. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing.” He said in an exhausted slur.

“I’ve been asking myself the same thing.” Tate looked up to see Jace and raised his eyebrow. “Haven’t seen much of you around lately, then again I haven’t seen a lot of anyone lately.” He shrugged and took in a deep breathe. “What’s the matter? Ally got you all wrapped up?” He laughed slightly at the joke but from what little things he heard from his small moments around the house he heard that she supposedly had a child too but he wasn’t jumping to any conclusions until he heard it from Jace’s mouth. “Or do you have new responsibilites?” He rubbed his eyes and looked down staring at the steps below his feet wondering if Violet knew things she wasn’t telling him or if she just found it not important to tell him. 

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Open Para | Baby Blues. 

Tate knew from the moment he laid his eyes on Charlotte that everything would change, what he didn’t know was that ever moment he was away from his family he would feel a piece of him missing. Yes it was simple for him to be around his family at all times but sometimes he felt it was better to give Violet some alone time with Charlotte or even get away for a bit to think and clear his head. Everything about their family was different, Charlotte grew up extremely fast and now she isn’t aging a day. It worried him for awhile but then he realized she was going to be her age forever. It hurt him somewhat but them he realized she was going to be innocent and small forever, she was going to be her small tender age of four for the rest of eternity. With the thoughts of his daughter and the fact that he was just now realizing that there population of the house had grown filled with college students. He knew he would have to keep his family safe but at the moment he just wanted some fresh air.

He walked around the backyard taking in deep cleansing breathes of the late summer air. The sun was shinning down and it was a hotter day but he still resumed with his sweater and pants. He sat down on the step of the gazebo and put his hands to his face leaning on his knees. “What am I going to do?” And that was an honest question, he didn’t know how to act anymore, the past few months with his daughter have been different, he was a father now and his family was all he worried about. Pursing his lips he lifted his head staring up at the top of the house where the attic was wondering what they were doing. He let out a huff of air and leaned against the railing closing his eyes.

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