I’m Standing Out Here          in The Pouring Rain                   Begging For Salvation.

@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?”

“Wow, wow.” Salem held his hands up in surrender, chuckling as she wholeheartedly rejected his plan. “That’s the whole point! Doomed for failure. Sounds like a good time to me.” Anything sounded like a good time when you were as high as he was.  The male liked learning his limits the hard way.

“Sorry to burst your perfect, little bubble, but that plan is moronic at best. Honestly, I can’t imagine anyone possibly coming up with something more destined to fail.” Beating around the bush had never been her forte. Embellishing just how poorly thought out another’s decision was, however, well….that was where Eden liked to be creative.

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:

Maelficent hadn’t found him as low as before. She would have to bring him down then. She picked up a bit of snow with her bare hands, hardly registering the cold. She began to compact it into a ball. “I would have thought it would remind you of your ice princess.” She said, innocently enough. “Has her heart yet to melt for you?”

     “ Elva... ”  He had been doing his best to get better just so he could see her again, she may never love him back but he still wanted to be her friend. “Ah -- no, it’s never going to. I just --- you know, I’ll just be alone for a bit.” He forced a smile, trying not to think about the fact that he was in no condition to be with someone. To drag someone else into the mess he had become would be cruel.

wickedissms‌:

Begging. He was begging her to fix him. Was he really that stupid? Were all Auradonians like that? He didn’t even know her name and he was going to let her into his mind. “Alright, sit down. I’m going to put a barrier up in your mind. Technically you’ll still hear and see the dead, but your brain won’t communicate that information to your conscious mind. We do it all the time naturally anyway,” She waited for him to get comfortable and put two fingers on each side of his temples. She let out a deep breath and breached his mind. 

A barrier. That was what he had been trying to achieve with the drinking and drugs this whole time but it never lasted. It only became harder to keep it up and it was creating a more permanent barrier between him and everyone he cared about. “Okay,” he agreed softly, relaxing and letting out a soft sigh as he tried to clear his head. It felt odd, wrong almost, to have let someone else willingly into his head but he tried not to resist, tried to let go so she could do whatever she needed to with her magic.

blvcksail‌:

“Witty. And here I thought all you’d be able to manage was some pathetic, drugged up giggling.” Likely her least favorite response when dealing with potheads. His answer might’ve even made her smile had she not been so annoyed with the situation already. “As for a date, trust me when I say you couldn’t handle it.”

“No, that’s only on Tuesdays, the special day.” Salem had no filter, no sense of when to stop but he enjoyed living life that way. Truthfully, it was the only way he knew how to survive. “Ah, but you’re considering it. That’s what matters,” he teased, knowing she most likely found him just as annoying as everyone else did.

the smiths - unloveable

ghcstlng‌:

Fingers deftly sewed through the varying colors of fabric, melding two completely different patterns into one piece. No matter how oddly matched they appeared, the final product always looked good to Sally. There was a whimsical positive in the oddity of her creations; no one looked alike, and no one else in Auradon would dare sell them. Which, she thought was a true shame, but it had been the reason which spurred her to open up a shop all of her own in the first place. A soft ‘mhm’ sounded from her as she continued to work, glancing up every few seconds to catch Salem’s gaze. “Oh, I’m sure you can find new ways to give people a good spook. This is a chance for you to get even more creative. Use all that gelatinous mass our heads are filled with,” A wry smile curled onto her lips, and she paused, leaning forward on her elbows to peer at Salem directly. “Tell you what. Tell me what you’ve tried already, and maybe we can brainstorm something new. What do you say?”

As much as he adored his mother, it was hard to be around her these days. Every cell of his physical being wanted to tell her the truth, confess everything and relieve himself of the burden of all his secrets. It was odd how much becoming human had changed him. He had been human once, long ago, but he hardly remembers that life and he knows the afterlife has been much kinder to him anyways. “Do you think I can become as good as dad someday?” He asked suddenly, already knowing what his mother would say but he wanted to hear it anyways. How anyone survived without a mother like his, he would consider that the ultimate mystery. “Really?” His whole face lit up as he began to explain to her some of the usual tricks he used. “Jumping out at people just doesn’t have the same effect anymore now that my face is all --- normal. And I can’t turn invisible anymore !”

wickedissms‌:

Elva stood awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to do. “Salem…I do love you, just not like that.” She tried to search her feelings, to find something that might give him hope, and even felt guilty about that. She was supposed to be with Harry, she wasn’t supposed to be trying to make Salem feel better. Still, Salem was her best friend. She wanted him to be happy. “I wish I could say something to make this better. I’ll always be here for you, that hasn’t changed. And nothing has to change between us unless you want it to.”

“I --- I don’t know what I want.” This was a mistake. He knew the chances of rejection were high and he was trying to keep himself stable enough to not need the drugs and alcohol anymore. This was doing the opposite of that and no, Elva was not to blame in the slightest but right now, he couldn’t be near her. “I um --- I should go and clear my head.” He ran his fingers through his hair, blowing out a frustrated sigh as he tried to muster up some semblance of a smile.