( MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL, 20, HE/HIM )┊ SALEM SKELLINGTON Is The Child Of JACK & SALLY And They Have

i rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and sarcasm.

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

lilxxterror‌:

“It’s not exactly at the best of standards. Alot is just pretty okay and the stuff that was considered really good was very expensive.” She remembered how she stole some food once and they almost caught her but she managed to get away. Taking a bite of her pancake. “Maybe in the dungeons or in the woods. I know when I’ve come from visiting my dad I saw like a spider web. Maybe not in the school though. I swear its like that place is spot clean.” She said dramatically but she doubt that anything like that would be hard to find.

“That’s the irony here, the cheap stuff is better than the expensive stuff.” Salem would take a fast food burger any day over some five course meal filled with all kinds of weird food. Weird in a not good way to the Halloween prince. “The woods are fun. Quiet, these days.” Not just because of the cold, but because people were afraid of what was lurking within the woods. “But you’re right about the school. I lived in Halloweentown until my parents figured it’d be better if I attended high school here.” And now that he had graduated, he was doing nothing to make it all worth it.

blvcksail‌:

“So, you’re what? A ghost? Vampire?” Or would a vampire just be in a state of perpetual drowning? The thought was a distracting one, and was quickly tucked away to be researched at a later time. “Fuck it, just tell me what you are. Nobody likes a guessing game.”

“I’m not playing any games,” he corrected. “I never said I would tell you.” Antagonizing a pirate was hardly wise but Salem always had to make things difficult for himself. Probably some twisted form of self punishment but he was not a specialist on psychoanalysis so he left that thought alone.

thefirstmate‌:

     not quite the reaction harry had grown accustomed to in auradon. “aye, that would be right.” now the boy had his full attention. it wasn’t every day that someone actually challenged a pirate of all people to a drinking contest. “really think ye can drink a pirate under the table?? alright, i’ll bite. ye got a deal. an’ i’ll be looking forward tae ‘earing all o’ ‘bout halloween town.”

     the former ghost grinned when his offer was accepted. drinking against a pirate would certainly be a challenge but not one that salem couldn’t handle. “i think, never say never.” he chuckled, shaking his head excitedly. “sure. okay, so should we find a bar then?” or the skellington boy had plenty of alcohol at his place if the pirate rather do the contest in private.

atlashawkins‌:

“That was amazing. I wish I could play the violin. I can only play bass. I loved your performance. The song was really beautiful.” She says, bouncing excitedly. “Want a beer?” She had a fake id and the people here knew her, they usually would let her drink.

“Ah, yeah, I don’t know anything about those sorts of instruments.” For him, playing the violin was like riding a bike. It came naturally to him but in reality he had no memory of learning it when he was alive for the first time. “Ye -- ah, no?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Not right now. I don’t know what I want.”

wickedissms‌:

Elva frowned, putting her hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah, you can’t stay out of trouble. It’s nothing serious.” She shook her head, “You know what Salem, I–” She paused, unable to actually swear even given the circumstances, “I am really upset with you!” She shook her head, “If you think for a second I ended our friendship because I didn’t want to be around you, you’re more of an idiot than I thought. I cut everyone out because I didn’t want to hurt them. Because I wanted to protect you from me.” He knew that. He had to know that, “And I have been…” She looked down at her feet, her snowflake pendant glowing, “I have been so alone because of that. But it was worth it because everyone I loved was okay. But if you’re going to screw up and get yourself into trouble anyway then what did I do that for?” She demanded, angry at him again. “Now, I’m…I’m not going to be that person anymore. You’re going to get your shit together if I have to drag you to rehab myself–do you understand?”

Regret and hurt melted together as she yelled at him, telling him her most honest feelings. “But we never asked you to do that! I lost you, Elva. I lost someone that I lo-- cared about.” He caught himself just in time, wanting her to see that it should have been his choice if he wanted to take the risk of being her friend or not. His head was starting to spin more than usual. What did she want from him? He was a loser, plain and simple. His life was so screwed up and the only escape he could see at this point was to literally run away back to his home town. “I’m not going to rehab,” he spat out suddenly, focusing on the word like she had slapped him with it. Going to rehab meant announcing to everyone, including his family, how royally screwed up he really was.

@thefirstmate // closed starter

    some could say it was sad that the first person salem wanted to go to was the very person that he should hate. but it was nobody’s fault but maybe his own that elva would never return his feelings. harry was a good guy underneath all his bad boy exterior and salem had little room to judge, anyways. “so uh -- cheers ! to --- moving on ! ” he chuckled, already high because he had smoked before going over to the pirate’s place.

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ryclties‌:

           ❝    you’re the worst.   ❞   cesar groans childishly,  moving to flop down in the nearest chair.   it was worth a shot,  of course.   using manipulation tactics to get his brother to do whatever he wanted,  that is.    ❝   it could,  if you’d do something for me.   then i wouldn’t be forced to do unspeakable things to you that would ruin your whole undead life.   ❞   he shrugs,  speaking rather dramatically.   ❝    would that really be such a bad thing ?   you can’t possibly like it here.   i mean,  look at what being here has done to you.   ❞   he points out.   maybe he was just projecting his own feelings.

       ❝ oh, you’re too sweet, brother. ❞ he teased the elder, still smiling as the other attempted to blackmail him. ❝ would you really do that your precious baby bro? because i have a lot of undead life to live still and that’s plain cruel. ❞ salem’s expression fell, gaze falling to his lap as toyed with the loose strings of his ripped jeans. clothes never seemed to stay intact long when it came to them.  ❝ going home... i want nothing more but that’s the easy way out. ❞ if he returned to his ghost form he would have no physical body to tell him what he craved and there would no longer be the tragically departed tormenting him everyday.