"𝕀 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖"
-Tate Langdon
-21+ || AHS
-Ships with heavy chem
-Crossovers encouraged
-7+ years experience
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She should do something for Tate to help mark the death of his beloved Kurt Cobain.
But would it set off his memories of him shooting up the school a few days later?
+) and wouldn't. Not if he didn't want her to. She hoped he wouldn't. Because there was something about him and her body begged to feel just how feral he gave off.
Turning a smile on she let out a sort chuckle and opted to give him the truth. "I'm almost nineteen." She pushed herself off the wall and smoothed down her shirt and fixed her long cardigan and moved to stand under the hot giant.
"I'm legal." She guessed her good genes +)
+) had thrown him off and now she hoped that he'd believe her, it was the truth. "And I'm great with my mouth." She said low, her tone a little husky and she started to walk backwards into the house, beckoning him to follow her.
"I promise you that I won't play gently."
+)
@NefariousChill Taking the blunt she leant across the bed to grab her lighter.
"Son's of Anarchy is good." She told him. "Super hot biker with a wild temper."
Leant on @NefariousChill back as she gazed over his shoulder as she taught him how to load up Netflix on her laptop.
"Shall we make popcorn and watch some shit?"
+) make my life a fucking misery. Cutting helps when the starving myself doesn't."
Flicking the cigarette butt across the garden. "You wanna go upstairs and make out?"
Handing over her lighter she moved to sit up on the porch wall and blew smoke rings up into the eaves at the spider's that were congregated there.
"It's my Dad's fault we are here in this piece of shit city where the weather is always hot. Nothing changes here, its all one +)
+) one mass of stale." She tapped the ash from the end of her smoke.
"He cheated on my Mom after she miscarried my brother. We moved here after the funeral. He fucked his student." She lifted her gaze to meet his. "They hate each and yet too stubborn to divorce and so they +)
+) on her, she was going to tell him and maybe get the shock factor from him.
"Because." She told him and lifted the sleeve of her shirt up slightly to show him the new marks she cut into herself own flesh that morning. "My Dad." was all she said and lit up a cigarette.
Titling her head a little, she took in the giant that was standing before her. She had no idea who he was, or even how he was able to smell her blood when she had cut a few hours before.
Maybe he was a new client of her Dad's. And now that he smelt the blood +)