ᴛᴡᴏ ✄ sweet things

[distorting]

[He's sitting cross-legged on a bed in a room that isn't very well lit. The only light that's coming in is from a nearby window, but even then, the dark seems to be crowding the room. Tate seems to stand out from the dark, his blond, messy hair being the only thing that really makes him stand out in the first place.

There is a long quiet that feels awkward and almost wrong as he slowly gets up from the bed to look around the room. He looks familiar enough with it, like he's been there for his whole life, but there's something in his eyes that suggests a longing for something more. It's like nostalgia had taken over him completely. He looks perplexed for a moment, staring down at the bed sheets before looking up abruptly, straight at a memory, or perhaps someone who's not supposed to be in his dream at all. ]

I'm sick of being here.

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[hasevolved]

[Oh, this is why the two of them worked so well together. They were (at least, she thought they were,) cut from the same cloth. "Attracted to the darkness," she called it. Violet lowers her gaze for a moment, only guessing what things Tate would dream about.

Maybe he wasn't a good person.]

Yeah, happens to me a lot. [She shrugs, and then looks around the room.] This one seems pretty normal.

[Violet takes a step or two away, surveying her own room with a look of faux-interest. Then, she turns back around, raising an eyebrow, looking amused.]

Guess that means you're okay, Mr. Langdon.

[distorting]

[Probably because he made sure to control most of it. He'd gotten good at that. Controlling things around his own dreams, especially here.

He lets out a small chuckle when she gives him approval.]

Of course. Now it's my turn to see one of yours.

[hasevolved]

[Again,, she raises a brow.]

I can't just whip one up, or something. I'm sure there'll be a chance before too long.

[Violet glances toward her own bed.]

It probably won't make any sense, though. Don't get your hopes up.

[distorting]

Well, yeah. But I'll be waiting for it.

[He moves closer to her, nudging her with an arm.]

None of this makes sense. It'll be fun.

[hasevolved]

[A small smile plays across her lips.]

Yeah. Sure it will.

[She reaches out a hand and slips it in his, looking down at their entwined fingers.]

What's the wierdest thing you've seen here so far? Just wondering.

[distorting]

I think it was when everyone thought they were relatives.

[Aside from all of the strange nightmares that he had seen, it was one of the strangest things he's actually been through, and he's been through a lot. His family wasn't exactly perfect, so having new additions? A little weird, to say the least.]

[hasevolved]

Wait, really? That sounds... interesting?

[The smile grows into a grin.]

Guess everyone got familiar pretty quickly. Have you met anyone... normal?

[distorting]

[He nods, smiling, but then his smile falters.]

No. Everyone seems to have something going on with them.

[hasevolved]

[Thst sounds familiar. Violet frowns.]

Like what?

[distorting]

No one here seems human, Violet.

[He sounds a little disappointed, too.]

[hasevolved]

I only met three of them, but... Really? None of them?

[She shrugs.] Makes it more interesting, I guess.

[distorting]

It does, but it leaves us at a disadvantage. I don't know what they can do.

[And that's usually bad. He liked having control, in some way or another.]

[hasevolved]

[As if being in a house full of ghosts doesn't leave them at a disadvantage.]

I guess. But, even if they're dangerous... this is just a dream, right? So, there's nothing to be afraid of.

[distorting]

I think we can still die. I'm not positive, though.

[A shrug. It wasn't exactly something he needed to worry about.]

[hasevolved]

[Both of Violet's eyebrows raise at this.] Seriously? I thought you weren't--

[Then, she reconsiders, shaking her head.] Forget it. I should know better by now than to think things are going to be normal.

[A brief image of Tate getting gunned down by the police flashes across her mind...]

[distorting]

Well, that was then. This is now. I have no idea what the rules of life and death are here.

[He gives her a sympathetic smile.]

C'mon, Violet. It's okay.

[Even though he knew she deserved a 'normal' life and a 'normal' family, he couldn't give it to her. And it bothered him.]

[hasevolved]

[She's already familiar with some skewed "rules" from back home. Dead people walking around, some bloody and conniving, some just sad. Confused. Violet remembers all too well how overwhelmed she had felt when they all appeared to her at once. But, like he said... this was now.]

We'll find out. You and me.

[The hint of a smile is back, and her grip tightens around his hand.]

[distorting]

[He gives her hand a small squeeze, motioning towards the bed with his other hand.]

Wanna hang out and listen to music?

[Nothing like old times.]

[hasevolved]

[The corner of her mouth curls into a satisfied smirk, and she nods.]

Yeah.

[Though, instead of moving over and plopping down on the bed, she releases his hand and moves to her iPod.]

What do you want?

[distorting]

Kurt Cobain?

[It's an offer -- he'd be pleased to listen to anything she wanted.]

[hasevolved]

Should have known. [She bobs her head in a nod, and scrolls through her iPod until she finds "Come as You Are." After clicking "play," she goes to her bed, sitting on the edge and hugging her knee.]

"Come, as you are, as you were, as I want you to be..."

[She tilts her head, watching the iPod from where she sits, as if mesmerized.]

[distorting]

[He looks over at her, really looking at her. Her eyes, her lips, her nose, her neck. The way she held herself. Every bit of her fascinated him, but sometimes he knew that she was sad, and he didn't want her to be sad anymore. Sometimes he knew he could do something about it, and sometimes he knew he couldn't.]

Violet?

[hasevolved]

[Violet looks up, hair framing her face. The music continues in the background as shr looks back at him, eyebrow raised in question.]

Mm?

[distorting]

You're okay, right?

[hasevolved]

[Blink.]

Yeah, 'course. You're here.

[She pats the spot on the bed next to her. Poor, unknowing Violet. One day she'll have a different answer for you, Tate. But not yet. Right now, she's just happy to be away from everything, and to be with the guy who changed it all.]

You?