You are the darkness

Could you love me to death? || Tate&Violet 

prepareforthenoblewar: 

Shuddering breaths escaped him as his body trembled. He was far too wrapped up in his misery to notice the footsteps trailing to the basement. The silence seemed a physical entity, stifling him. Then her, sweet voice calling his name tore through the darkness that engulfed him. For a moment, his eyes just continued to stare at the ground listlessly, unable to believe that it was real. Was he imagining? 

Slowly, his eyes trailed upwards…when he saw her feet his heart caught. Continuing up the loose fitting clothes hanging of her slender form, to her face he simply stared at her with his bottom lip trembling. Please, please let this be real…. he silently begged, “Violet,” he name rolled off his tongue, seemingly that much fuller because she was here, looking at him, and he though he would never be able to look away again. 

She didn’t know exactly what to do, or how to react. She was never the one to be really…caring, or go out of he way to comfort someone. She locked her teeth on her bottom lip, chewing on the skin; her eyes wandered down at him. She had seen his hissy fits before, but this…he just looked so broken. Stupid blonde, big eyed, cute idiot shithead that cries. She narrowed her eyebrows, a twist and twinge of anger unfolding within her, not with him, more with herself. She gently dropped to her knees, right in front of him; picking up her sleeve to wipe away the small tears that were loosely falling from is eyes. 

The way he said her name mimicked through her mind, it made her struggle with empathy. For so long now she’d cut herself off from feelings, sharing them or even feeling them. “Shut up,” she warned, looking at him for a moment. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. She didn’t know how she felt or if she should feel. Everything was a blur and confusing to the dead girl. 

Halloween || Tate and Violet 

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At the sight of her, his expression immediately lightened, and he smiled, lacing his fingers through hers, “It’s nothing I’m fine, I must of just spaced out or something,” he explained, he didn’t want to upset her or ruin tonight. Besides, he was stupid for thinking it, of course she wouldn’t leave without him. 

“Come on, I have surprise for you,” he said, taking her hand and opening the door. He lead her out to the gate, stopped there for a minute and after taking a deep breath he opened the gate and stepped on to the sidewalk, “Let’s go,” he said, still holding her hand and leading her down the street into the fresh, fall, night air.

Violet looked around, looking giddy as the rest of the children. Violet smirked, taking a deep breath. She almost wanted to dance around and roll on the ground and run and jump and scream. But she kept on, walking beside Tate as Halloween took it’s part. “Uh surprises, alright.” She smirked walking on the pavement with shaky legs. She was so excited, possibly too excited. 

Nicked some candy from some of the neighbors; 

Most of it was shit, like fruit snacks and all that stupid healthy-ish shit.

Apparently kids these days aren’t into chocolate, or good taste in music.

Roleplayers―Reblog and let your followers and fellow RPers know who you are! 

Name: Rinoa

Nickname you go by: Rinny

Age: 17

Characters you RP: Violet Harmon, OC Evelyn Kiedis, OC Wednesday Zeel, and Rinoa Heatrilly, Hermione Granger.

How long you’ve been RPing: Since I was 11, really. I know, I’m so weird.

Favorite fandom to RP for: AHS, Asylum based roleplays, HP

Are you okay with NSFW RPing?: Yes, definitely. I mean, Tate and Violet like sex. Just saying. 

Where else do you RP?: Beldevere, Castle, Cautionary Tale.

//Alright, so, I’m going to start following other people again. And roleplaying with others. I miss all the characters that can have fun and shit.

Halloween || Tate and Violet 

prepareforthenoblewar:

Tonight was the night, Tate had already been out scouting and he had found the perfect one. Violet would get a kick out of it he was sure, “Violet,” he called his voice light and unusually sing-song with the excitement. This was exactly what she needed. Tate came bounding down the stair, slid along the floorboards and swivelled his head, “VIOLET!” he called. 

Where had she gotten to? Surely she knew it was Halloween night. She had been practically counting down the days. A scary thought passed through his mind, had she left already? Had she gone out already? The smile wiped off his face, as he froze in the front room, staring at the door. 

Violet had been upstairs. Her eyes were snuggled shut, and her body was tightly wrapped in the soft warmer that layed across the bed. She shuffled, Tate’s voice crawling in the back of her mind. Her mind started to work, the date crossed her mind. Quickly, Violet jumped up, pushing the covers off of her. She went through the closet and picked some clothes, throwing them over her body. 

“VIOLET!”

She quickly threw on some shoes and rushed down the stairs, she bit her lip and ran to Tate as quick as she could. She smirked, her heart beating rapidly as her excitement cradled her conscious. “Tate, are you okay?” he looked off, did she do something? Was he okay? She looked up, pushing her palm against his. “I’m here now.” 

What the fuck happened last night? 

ohhowitburns:

I have no idea who Kyle is…or you are for that matter.

Violet, I’m-uh, underground resident.

What the fuck happened last night? 

ohhowitburns:

I can’t remember shit.

You passed out drunk, some guy named Kyle brought you in…

So I heard some bitches were trying to take my Tate away. 

prepareforthenoblewar:

“Well then stay,” he responding simply, as he hugged her a little tighter. He wanted to be there for her, always.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Vi, you’re a good person you know that? I know you’ve been through shit, but you’re still a good person,” he swallowed hard.

“You’re not selfish,” tears began to well up in his eyes, he began to blame himself again for everything, “I just -” he faltered, “I just wish I could’ve saved you Violet, god I’m so sorry,” the liquid spilled over his cheeks and into her hair. 

Violet’s voice hitched, a small swelling seeping down in the midst of her heart. She hated to see those tears, he shouldn’t cry. Violet shook her head, opening and closing her mouth to speak, every time she tired, nothing came out. She gulped, blinking a few times before she calmed herself down enough to speak. “It’s not your fault Tate, I killed myself, I did this to me. I love you, you did nothing wrong when it comes down to my death. It’s all my fault.” She leaned up, looking into his eyes. “I know you tried, and it’s okay…I’ll be okay.”