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Tate Langdon

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There was a light noise, one that could be heard in the large and empty apartment. The sound bounced across the furniture, danced through the cracks, waltzed above the oversized couch, and caressed at his ears. It was a magical sound, it was alive, vibrant. Tate had been away from the house for almost a year, 349 days, twelve hours, and 6 minutes. He had been counting. It almost felt like a lifetime ago since he had stepped into the old, dank place. Even so, he could still recall the exact smell, the careful way the light would shine through the, what always seemed like, closed windows. He hated that little fact.

        Tate, the tall, thin frame stood by his large window. He had moved, started fresh. He built walls; bigger, better than before. Tightening the grip on his hot cup of herbal tea, he could barely recognise the image the hazy glass produced in front of him. His hair was still golden, messy and somewhat swept over to one side. It was shorter, and a little cleaner. He needed to look more like the age given on his ID, 22 it said. His height helped. Tate put the cup to his lips, blowing a little before taking a small sip. He adjusted the large sweater that was slowly falling off of his shoulder, he would have work soon.

There she is again. He thought to himself. It was the girl in the other set of apartments next door. The difference was that her’s was far larger than his, with better interior and exceptional exterior. She was wealthy, he could tell that. Tate wasn’t far from that, he was comfortable, simpler.  His dark eyes watched as she went through her regular morning, her regular busy schedule. Tate couldn’t help but think she was beautiful, but girls were always cruel, more so now. Everything had changed since he last drew breath.


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"Hi." The girl smiled. "I'm Cassie."

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Tate cocked a brow at the girl, “Hey, Tate.”

"Well sorry to inform you but Cassie’s gone. I’m Pandora. But you can call me Panda." The brunette smiled.

The blonde got out of his chair with ease, and dragged his feet across the floor toward the girl.

"Oh," Tate smirked, "Panda huh? Cute name."

"Thanks." She chuckled.

Her tiny chuckle rang softly in his ears, he enjoyed the sound. Tate gave her a quick once over when she wasn’t looking, she was gorgeous. The thick wavy hair that surrounded her face made her look almost angelic with the stark contrast of her pale skin.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He said, a slight rasp in his throat.

She smiled, licking her lips. “Well normally I just play with myself.” She knew she was joking, but she had the kind of seriousness in her voice that nobody could tell.

Tate almost choked on her words but only let his stare falter for a second.

"Yeah? What kind of games do you play?"

"Well you don’t need to know that now do you?"

He bit down on his lip, hard.

"Well, that’s no fun."

He circled around her, behind the kitchen bench and leaned over it. He pressed up against the hard wood to support himself.

"Just name one?"

She shook her head. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

It was the boy’s turn to give a small chuckle. “Then you obviously haven’t met someone like me.” His voice was almost menacing, forceful, and rough.

"Oh I have." Her smile formed into a smirk and she looked over at him, hunger in her eyes.

This girl was interesting, a kind of play thing that he hadn’t come across yet. The smirk on his face became wicked.

"Then, you know exactly why I want to hear you say it."

"Mhmm." She she bit her lip as her eyes started turning black and veins grew under her eyes.

Tate couldn’t help but bite down on his lip again. He still towered over her thin frame and he could see her darkening eyes. What was happening to her?

Veins crawled in the fragile skin beneath her eyes, and he couldn’t find it in him to look away.

"So you’re going to show me?" The amusement in his voice was evident.

She shook her head and looked away as her face went back to normal. “I should go.”

This time he couldn’t hide his disappointment. It flashed across his face a second longer than he had wanted. If she hadn’t noticed then, he tried to hide it in his voice.

"Only if you promise to show me another time? Give me an excuse to see you, I dare ya."

She pulled him into a kiss, biting into his lip.

Tate pulled her in, running his large hands along her sides. He kissed her back, sucking a little, teasing.


"Hi." The girl smiled. "I'm Cassie."

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Tate cocked a brow at the girl, “Hey, Tate.”

"Well sorry to inform you but Cassie’s gone. I’m Pandora. But you can call me Panda." The brunette smiled.

The blonde got out of his chair with ease, and dragged his feet across the floor toward the girl.

"Oh," Tate smirked, "Panda huh? Cute name."

"Thanks." She chuckled.

Her tiny chuckle rang softly in his ears, he enjoyed the sound. Tate gave her a quick once over when she wasn’t looking, she was gorgeous. The thick wavy hair that surrounded her face made her look almost angelic with the stark contrast of her pale skin.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He said, a slight rasp in his throat.

She smiled, licking her lips. “Well normally I just play with myself.” She knew she was joking, but she had the kind of seriousness in her voice that nobody could tell.

Tate almost choked on her words but only let his stare falter for a second.

"Yeah? What kind of games do you play?"

"Well you don’t need to know that now do you?"

He bit down on his lip, hard.

"Well, that’s no fun."

He circled around her, behind the kitchen bench and leaned over it. He pressed up against the hard wood to support himself.

"Just name one?"

She shook her head. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

It was the boy’s turn to give a small chuckle. “Then you obviously haven’t met someone like me.” His voice was almost menacing, forceful, and rough.

"Oh I have." Her smile formed into a smirk and she looked over at him, hunger in her eyes.

This girl was interesting, a kind of play thing that he hadn’t come across yet. The smirk on his face became wicked.

"Then, you know exactly why I want to hear you say it."

"Mhmm." She she bit her lip as her eyes started turning black and veins grew under her eyes.

Tate couldn’t help but bite down on his lip again. He still towered over her thin frame and he could see her darkening eyes. What was happening to her?

Veins crawled in the fragile skin beneath her eyes, and he couldn’t find it in him to look away.

"So you’re going to show me?" The amusement in his voice was evident.

She shook her head and looked away as her face went back to normal. “I should go.”

This time he couldn’t hide his disappointment. It flashed across his face a second longer than he had wanted. If she hadn’t noticed then, he tried to hide it in his voice.

"Only if you promise to show me another time? Give me an excuse to see you, I dare ya."


Untitled - taken by Tate Langdon, 1990

"I loved watching her like this, in her vulnerability. She was beautiful."

Untitled - taken by Tate Langdon, 1990

"I loved watching her like this, in her vulnerability. She was beautiful."


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"Hi." The girl smiled. "I'm Cassie."

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tate-the-perfect-son:

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Tate cocked a brow at the girl, “Hey, Tate.”

"Well sorry to inform you but Cassie’s gone. I’m Pandora. But you can call me Panda." The brunette smiled.

The blonde got out of his chair with ease, and dragged his feet across the floor toward the girl.

"Oh," Tate smirked, "Panda huh? Cute name."

"Thanks." She chuckled.

Her tiny chuckle rang softly in his ears, he enjoyed the sound. Tate gave her a quick once over when she wasn’t looking, she was gorgeous. The thick wavy hair that surrounded her face made her look almost angelic with the stark contrast of her pale skin.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He said, a slight rasp in his throat.

She smiled, licking her lips. “Well normally I just play with myself.” She knew she was joking, but she had the kind of seriousness in her voice that nobody could tell.

Tate almost choked on her words but only let his stare falter for a second.

"Yeah? What kind of games do you play?"

"Well you don’t need to know that now do you?"

He bit down on his lip, hard.

"Well, that’s no fun."

He circled around her, behind the kitchen bench and leaned over it. He pressed up against the hard wood to support himself.

"Just name one?"

She shook her head. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

It was the boy’s turn to give a small chuckle. “Then you obviously haven’t met someone like me.” His voice was almost menacing, forceful, and rough.

"Oh I have." Her smile formed into a smirk and she looked over at him, hunger in her eyes.

This girl was interesting, a kind of play thing that he hadn’t come across yet. The smirk on his face became wicked.

"Then, you know exactly why I want to hear you say it."

"Mhmm." She she bit her lip as her eyes started turning black and veins grew under her eyes.

Tate couldn’t help but bite down on his lip again. He still towered over her thin frame and he could see her darkening eyes. What was happening to her?

Veins crawled in the fragile skin beneath her eyes, and he couldn’t find it in him to look away.

"So you’re going to show me?" The amusement in his voice was evident.


"Hi." The girl smiled. "I'm Cassie."

thechildrensqueen:

tate-the-perfect-son:

thechildrensqueen:

tate-the-perfect-son:

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Tate cocked a brow at the girl, “Hey, Tate.”

"Well sorry to inform you but Cassie’s gone. I’m Pandora. But you can call me Panda." The brunette smiled.

The blonde got out of his chair with ease, and dragged his feet across the floor toward the girl.

"Oh," Tate smirked, "Panda huh? Cute name."

"Thanks." She chuckled.

Her tiny chuckle rang softly in his ears, he enjoyed the sound. Tate gave her a quick once over when she wasn’t looking, she was gorgeous. The thick wavy hair that surrounded her face made her look almost angelic with the stark contrast of her pale skin.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He said, a slight rasp in his throat.

She smiled, licking her lips. “Well normally I just play with myself.” She knew she was joking, but she had the kind of seriousness in her voice that nobody could tell.

Tate almost choked on her words but only let his stare falter for a second.

"Yeah? What kind of games do you play?"

"Well you don’t need to know that now do you?"

He bit down on his lip, hard.

"Well, that’s no fun."

He circled around her, behind the kitchen bench and leaned over it. He pressed up against the hard wood to support himself.

"Just name one?"

She shook her head. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

It was the boy’s turn to give a small chuckle. “Then you obviously haven’t met someone like me.” His voice was almost menacing, forceful, and rough.

"Oh I have." Her smile formed into a smirk and she looked over at him, hunger in her eyes.

This girl was interesting, a kind of play thing that he hadn’t come across yet. The smirk on his face became wicked.

"Then, you know exactly why I want to hear you say it."


"Hi." The girl smiled. "I'm Cassie."

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tate-the-perfect-son:

thechildrensqueen:

tate-the-perfect-son:

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tate-the-perfect-son:

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Tate cocked a brow at the girl, “Hey, Tate.”

"Well sorry to inform you but Cassie’s gone. I’m Pandora. But you can call me Panda." The brunette smiled.

The blonde got out of his chair with ease, and dragged his feet across the floor toward the girl.

"Oh," Tate smirked, "Panda huh? Cute name."

"Thanks." She chuckled.

Her tiny chuckle rang softly in his ears, he enjoyed the sound. Tate gave her a quick once over when she wasn’t looking, she was gorgeous. The thick wavy hair that surrounded her face made her look almost angelic with the stark contrast of her pale skin.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He said, a slight rasp in his throat.

She smiled, licking her lips. “Well normally I just play with myself.” She knew she was joking, but she had the kind of seriousness in her voice that nobody could tell.

Tate almost choked on her words but only let his stare falter for a second.

"Yeah? What kind of games do you play?"

"Well you don’t need to know that now do you?"

He bit down on his lip, hard.

"Well, that’s no fun."

He circled around her, behind the kitchen bench and leaned over it. He pressed up against the hard wood to support himself.

"Just name one?"

She shook her head. “I don’t think you wanna know.”

It was the boy’s turn to give a small chuckle. “Then you obviously haven’t met someone like me.” His voice was almost menacing, forceful, and rough.