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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.”

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.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via thequotejournals)

icyelva‌:

Elva frowned, watching him go. She should just let him keep walking, she should just leave him alone. It was safer for him, it was better this way. He could be happy alone, right? Right? “Ugh!” She said aloud as she chased after him, “Salem Skellington, you get back here right now!” She demanded, “You think you can just walk away after saying something like that?” She shoved his shoulder, not hard, but enough to show him her frustration. “I’m not going to let you go and get hurt or whatever. Now who’s after you, tell me what’s really going on?”

Salem stopped, turning back to Elva . It was better if he stayed far away from her, why was she stopping him? He barely moved when she shoved him, surprising considering he was almost always swaying on his feet. “It’s nothing that serious, you know me. I just can’t stay out of trouble.” He shrugged, looking everywhere but directly at her. The bar fight that caused all this really wasn’t that serious, he had just meant he was bound to get in trouble again because he always did. It was in his nature to invoke chaos. “C’mon, Elva. You know it’s not good for you to get involved with me. I’ll just screw up your life... that’s why you don’t want to hang out anymore,” he muttered the unfair words, knowing they would hurt and he hated himself for saying it. It was just so painful to feel so much for Elva and know that he was too screwed up to ever have her.

        before coming to auradon, salem had at least some idea of what he would look like. as a ghost, he looked relatively human minus being see through and having a mangled face from what he assumed had been a gruesome passing. his mother said it made him beautifully horrifying and her opinion was all that mattered. however, seeing his brother looking completely human was a little unsettling even in his fogged up mind. the younger had definitely been indulging himself that morning. ❝ you could --- but it doesn’t benefit you, ❞ he mused with a chuckle. salem would be devastated if their parent’s found out but until it happened, he was still all smiles. ❝ mom and dad would just make me go back home... ❞ and that was not something he deserved. becoming a ghost again would take the easy way out of the hole he had dug for himself.

     SKELLINGTON,   SALEM  &&  SKELLINGTON,   CESAR   .

           seeing his brother during their time in auradon was like looking at a stranger.   never once had the skellington family been human  (  at least,  not in the years that cesar had been alive ).   he hated it,  being human.   there was nothing that made him unique,  or better yet,  horrifying in any way.   here he as simply normal,  just like everyone else.   it was utterly despicable.    ❝   you’re pretty damn lucky mom and dad aren’t around.   they’d be pissed if they could see how fucked up you are right now.   ❞   the elder skellington points out,  tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his doc martens.    ❝    or,  you know,  i could always just tell them.   ❞   he says slyly,  speaking almost like a maniacal twelve year - old.   even as he grew older,  he turned to blackmail to get whatever he wanted.

cvrsedtm‌:

“And you haven’t bothered to test it out? It seems like the sort of thing one ought to know about themselves.” Didn’t it? She believed so. “That’s…not the most detailed description, but I suppose I sort of understand what you mean.” 

“How do I test that without dying all over again? It’s not a problem anyways so --- better priorities.” He shrugged, finished with the topic. “You possess someone and try to describe how it feels or don’t, I don’t care. i should ask fairy godmother if she could make this body taller,” he mused, losing track of the conversation entirely.

So waking up always seems to hurt.

@wickedissms

Hey, I am sober. I’ve been sober for two - almost two days now. It feels like 45 years.