"at home drawing pictures of mountaintops / with him on top / lemon yellow sun / arms raised in a v / dead lay in pools of maroon below."
Quinn laughs softly at his surprise about her ‘bad girl phase’ and nods, keeping an amused smile on her face. “Perfection was the plan at first, cheerleader, celibacy club… I never knew that it would end up being the thing I would always be so.. far from” She says with a shrug. “But I don’t think I want it anymore” She adds, not really thinking about what she’s saying. She laughs again when he says she’d look hot with pink hair. “I prefer the blonde.. but I think there is probably a picture somewhere in a box or something.” She tips her head to the side, looking over. She raises an eyebrow at him. “When was back in the day?” She asks, wondering what he was referring to. When he asks her about something she’s wanted to do but never had the chance to. “Um.. I don’t know really.. I’ve kinda gone blank really.. all the things I want aren’t really amazing.. in fact if I say any of them I’ll probably come across as boring.. or god forbid.. normal” She says it like it’s something she wouldn’t wish on anyone. “How about you?”
“Back in the day… a few years ago,” he says, struggling over the admission. This was always the difficult part, keeping track of time and how it would appear to someone who’s alive. He hadn’t smoked weed since 1994, because that’s when he died, but of course he couldn’t admit that to Quinn. He was already struggling with the fact that he would somehow need to tell her. He liked Quinn. She was…interesting, and no one had moved in The Murder House that was his age (metaphorically speaking) in….quite some time. He couldn’t tell her straight up. He would need to figure out a creative way to develop his identity to her. Before any of the other ghosts got to her and told her the truth, anyway. Those queens seemed like the type of bastards to tell all his secrets. And he couldn’t have that. He was lost in his thoughts for a moment before continuing. “Normal people are scary…but you’re not normal, and it doesn’t mean you’re normal if you want normal things. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it’s true,” he said with a smirk. “Me? I guess…I just wish I would do more. I just sorta hang out at my house, I have to listen to the cocksucker yell at my sister…I stay in my room, listen to music. I lead a pretty boring life, but I don’t consider myself a boring person. I just…wish I wasn’t so isolated,” he said with a shrug.
(Source: tempest-tate, via whenyoure-fallingdown)
“I do too, Puck named her, after the Kiss song. At first he wanted to call her Jack Daniels so I said no, but then he came up with that, and Shelby liked it so that’s her name” She says without thinking, not remembering that Tate probably doesn’t know who Puck is. “Puck being the father that is” She adds afterwards with a quick peak at his face, away from the photo. When he starts talking about Nora, Quinn nods uncertainly. She would never understand how he could talk about so nonchalantly about a ghost who’s missing it’s mutilated baby. But then again, if Tate knew the house as well as he seemed to, it should not have surprised her. She frowns at what he says about her reaction to new families moving in and then nods. “Well, as long as she’s not dangerous I’ll give it a go, try and comfort her, if you think that’ll make her feel better” She half smiles, still unsure. She sighs and lays back on her bed, staring at the ceiling. “So, I’m thinking of taking up smoking again” She says randomly. “I quit a while ago cause I was going through packs in a day, but I don’t know, I might start again” She says, shrugging. “Then again I only took it up cause I was going through my bad girl phase, pink hair, black clothes and all” She smiles to herself at how she’d been back when she thought she’d ‘found herself’. It was just another way of calling for help. But no one cared.
Tate listened intently to Quinn as she talked about her ex. He studied the way her facial expressions changed, her brow furrowed and solemnity gracing her face. He suddenly reached out his hand, clasping hers in a movement of comfort. He let go as she laid back on the bed. Her hair brushed his hand, and he didn’t move it, allowing the proximity to remain. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity. “You had a bad girl phase? That’s hard to believe. You seem so…perfect,” he replied, not saying it with disdain, just simply noting her appearance of looking put-together. “I’d like to see you with pink hair. I bet it looked hot,” he said nonchalantly, his mouth curling into a smirk. “And about the smoking? I guess it’s up to you. I never did it much, although I did smoke some weed back in the day,” he said with a light laugh. He gazed outward from the window, before looking over at the door frame. He suddenly saw Nora peeking in, and he shoo’d her away before Quinn could notice. “So… what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never had a chance to?” he asked curiously.
(Source: tempest-tate, via whenyoure-fallingdown)
