Homeless and houseless

[hidethesilver]

Well. I suppose I have no choice but to endure this existence until you deign to improve my situation. My place is back in that house, you know. Baking you cupcakes seems like a suitable thank you for your lack of effort so far. With or without a marzipan flower on top?

By the way, you seem to be missing fish knives in your silver pattern. It's hard to find good help these days.

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[tinfoil_angel]

A woman who abandons and sets up the murder of her children because they are disfigured is one of the most disgusting things I've heard of.

[He frowns.]

but you don't even care, do you?

[hidethesilver]

I do care, very much, just not for you.

[tinfoil_angel]

I meant; you don't care about the children you've given birth to.

I could care less what you think of me.

[Lady, you make it very hard for him to be a decent person.]

[hidethesilver]

Oh, but I do. No one could ever love them as much as I do. Do you know the sacrifices I've made to get Tate the help he so desperately needs? It's a shame that Dr. Harmon was ultimately such a poor choice.

Perhaps we'll have another chance.

[tinfoil_angel]

Bull. I can see inside of your mind. You and I both know you instructed someone to kill one of your children.

[hidethesilver]

Instructed? That's a little dramatic, is it not? You make it seem as though I should parade through Times Square with jazz hands.

I care for all of my children. ALL of them.

[tinfoil_angel]

It's true. Also don't start thinking you can kill me as well. I am more than capable of taking down someone like you and to be perfectly honest it is only for your mundane's benefit that I don't.

[hidethesilver]

Oh, I would never consider such a thing. It might ruin the finish on my silver, after all.

[tinfoil_angel]

Ugh, bloody insane, that's the problem.

Either that or you're doing this to drain my patience.

[hidethesilver]

One can never be sure, can they?

[tinfoil_angel]

I'm sorry to your mundane but I'm going to break the mystery.

[Now he would focus and read her thoughts and memories. Little pictures would float by for him showing him what she remembered. He didn't care how weird it would feel to her, he would push deep to find the answers he wanted.]

[hidethesilver]

[At the moment, it's chock full of cigarettes, silverware, and cupcakes.]

[tinfoil_angel]

[Then he'd push deeper. He would look for memories of her real children, the disfigured ones.]