“People are curious, man. They want all the gossip.” He chuckled, talking casually with the elder brother of the king. “In my opinion, you should go for a drink to take your mind off it if it’s that stressful.” Of course that would be the Skellington boy’s first suggestion.
♛ — “People are … testing me today.” Charlie rested his forehead in his left hand, a look of exhaustion on his face. “I regret telling people that I’m back at Aurodan as the new coach for both the Tourney and Fencing teams. It’s raising alot of questions as to why I even left in the first place.” — ♛
cvrsedtm:
“I’m sure there’s some other way to figure it out. As for priorities, I really think this should be a top one. What if you don’t come back the next time you die? Not even as a ghost?” It was a concept that sent a shiver running up her spine. “I’m fairly certain that possessing someone would be considered wrong. At least without consent to do so.”
“Then that’s it. That’s my end.” The words fall far too casually from his mouth and he continues smiling, truly having no worries. “Then don’t.” He shrugged. “Seems like you get hung up on details. Maybe just let it go,” he suggested with a small chuckle.
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.
@lovewrotes // closed starter
“i’m sorry you got stuck here just because i asked a favor.” salem was really just looking for any excuse to hang out with someone to keep his mind distracted. he had cleaned his place up and put all of his alcohol out of site. the drugs his body had become accustomed to, he was having a harder time giving them up so he tried to limit how much he took. he still had a long way to go and he was already feeling antsy. “i didn’t think the snow would be so bad but um --- i can make you something? food? something warm to drink?”
i rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and sarcasm.
lilxxterror:
Irey herself had her own set of pancakes with the exception hers were covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce that it looked so sweet that it could hurt anyone’s teeth. “As someone who grew up on the Isle, the food is literally one of my favorite things about this place. Like I don’t think I would have ever seen pancakes like these back at home.” Even in her old life before Oogie, the food wasn’t the greatest thing. “I’m a firm believer that anything food wise can be made. I’m sure when you go back you can convince someone to make spider pancakes or even waffles.”
“What’s Isle food like? Nothing good?” Good was a vague term for the former ghoul but he expected that even the Isle was a terrible place by Halloweentown standards. “Yeah... I won’t be back home for awhile.” He skewered a piece of strawberry, popping it into his mouth. “But I wondered if they’d make it here. I don’t see many spiders around though. Wonder if they even have any.” Salem was only half serious but a lot of creatures, insects included, were dying early in the harsh weather.
Getting drunk with a prince? Must be a royal of a great time.
honesty hour.
“ i can’t drink and tell. what happens between royals stays between royals. ”
ofjackskellingtcn:
@graveghcst
“Salem my son. How are you doing?”
“Dad!” For the first time in awhile, Salem was genuinely excited to see his dad. “Pretty great actually. I didn’t know you were in town.”
WATCH OUT !! It’s the 🇸🇰🇪🇱🇱🇮🇳🇬🇹🇴🇳 boys !
@ryclties @pumpkinscrown
SALEM SKELLINGTON. Former Ghost. Son of Jack&Sally. If you S T A R E into the darkness, something will stare BACK.
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