Taking A Walk While High As Kite, Salem Felt That It Was The Best Way To Pass The Time When He Was In

wcstelavd‌:

gil thought over the other’s words, and though he knew he was right, he still couldn’t help but feel that while they need him now for his strengh it doesn’t mean they will always need him and they will more than likely get rid of him as soon as there’s no need for him – even if uma and harry have told him many times how much they care for him. “i – i suppose you are right,” he shrugged, still unsure as he looked up to watch salem’s expression. “well, you never know — maybe in the future you will get them back but i think you’re great, i mean you aren’t perfect but no one is. what do you mean by ghost though ? like you’re invisble for them now ?”

salem could tell gil’s confidence was still far from uplifted but self esteem never came easy. “i have to be right sometimes, yeah.” he chuckled, trying to create a happier mood. “no one---” he tilted his head, wondering if he should say it out loud before he figured out he was too drunk to care. “no one wants to be near an addict.” a brow arched before he figured out what had confused the other. “oh ! no.” he chuckled. “i’m from halloweentown. thought i told ya but i was a ghost.” he lifted up his arm, pointing to his tattoos which were simple black stitch markings that covered most of his body. “my mother's a ragdoll and my dad’s a skeleton. the one good thing about having a human body is tattoos.”

icyelva‌:

Elva sighed, “Salem…” She didn’t know how to follow it. Once upon a time, they had been very close, and then the drugs and the parties…it was so dangerous for Elva to have any friends at all. But someone like Salem, who was full of potential for volatile emotions, was especially vulnerable. “Ten minutes.”

The male glanced over, resisting the urge to frown when she said nothing more. “You know ---- I think they’re already gone,” he started, pulling away from Elva. This was a mistake. He had screwed up by asking her for help. “I should get going.”

       salem stares at the bottle in her hand with a curious expression, trying to figure out what she wants. he has no recollection of her but to be fair, he doesn’t remember most people he meets since he’s usually under the influence. however, lately he had been trying to do better for elva’s sake which is the only reason he had a hangover. he never had one before because that would imply he was ever sober. “ sort of? ” he finally responded, putting together the clues and guessing that’s what the water must be for. “ is that for me? ” he questions.

          “  you’ve got to stay  hydrated  so you don’t  DIE-DRATE  !  ”    girl greets him  ,   holding a water bottle as she does so  .   sia shakes it  ,   just a  moment  so they can hear the ice shaking in the metal container  .   big eyes fall on him  ,   she’s so  curious  about him ever since the other night  -  the one that  ,   perhaps  ,   they both may have been fairly intoxicated  ;   but  she remembered  it all  .   sia’s a bit awkward  ,   not quite sure what to say  .      “  uh  ,   hey !   you got a hangover today ?  ”    nailed it ,    SIA  :  master of communication !     @graveghcst  wanted  a starter !  

@wwbadlands // closed starter

      “wow -- hey, no i’m alright.” the cut on his hand said otherwise. shards from broken beer bottles and drunk idiots like salem did not mix well. “okay, okay. maybe not totally alright.” taking another look at his hand, he wondered if he would need to get it stitched again. he missed being a ghost, human bodies were so fragile but as drunk as he was, he felt no pain. the only thing that reminded him that he should be concerned was the look he was getting from the guy in front of him.

It took the former ghost a moment to remember who the woman was. It had a been a bad night for him when he met her, he honestly remembered very little about their talk but he felt comfortable in her presence, at least. “Oh, hey! Yeah, it’s pretty strange but I like it. Reminds me of my dad.” His dad who was the king of Halloween but also loved all things Christmas, including the chilly snow.

@graveghcst

Maleficent had been interrupted at the damn festival. But there was no reason to give up. This little abomination from Halloweentown presented a great opportunity, especially after some research. He had been a ghost in his home world, and the transition to human was not always smooth. “Hello stranger.” She said, her sweet princess form bouncing towards him in the snow. “Weird weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Some chaos she wasn’t responsible for but definitely approved of. 

wickedissms‌:

So he really didn’t remember her, how annoying. “Do you think some VK is better than you? Really? And haven’t you seen him around with everyone else? She’s not the only one in his heart…not the way you hold only her in your heart.” She held up her hand and let a few green sparks fly, “Does this jog your memory? Tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help.”

“What are you talking about?” He had failed to keep up with all the auradon gossip and the cold only gave him more reason to stay inside lately. “Oh---” He realized what he must have asked her when they first met. “I -- I don’t know if I can.” The words of his secret felt heavy on his tongue but he was desperate for any kind of help. “I have this ability that I don’t know how to control and I don’t want it. It drives me insane.”

lilxxterror‌:

“You should take me with you when you go back. I want to see the place where my dad and my other, i guess you can say, relatives are from.” She knew once the goal was completed here, she rather leave to Halloween Town then stay here or go back to the Isle.

“I can’t do that,” he spoke, still smiling. “Who’s your dad?” His own dad had told him to be careful of who he let into Halloween Town, it wasn’t exactly a safe place for humans. Most of the citizens themselves would do no harm to an outsider but being scared to death was quite a real possibility.

How is it drinking with Harry knowing he's probably fucking the girl you love?

      “ Just because I love her, doesn’t mean I get to monopolize her. She’s not mine and she never will be.”

       After his performance, Salem was feeling very content with himself. He had stopped drinking several hours before the show, of course, he had taken something else to help him manage his habit but it was mild compared to what he usually did. The former ghost needed his mind to be somewhat clear so he could reach back to an old talent that he knew had to be from when he was truly alive. Playing the violin felt like riding a bike and he enjoyed the applause and congratulations he received after words for his hidden talent. “ I don’t try to hide it, it’s just not something I’ve done in awhile, ” he explained to someone that had approached him after he left the stage and put his violin away behind the bar.