Lilxxterror‌:

lovewrotes‌:

          AND  REALLY  ,  every  part  of  her  is  telling  her  to  turn  tail  and  run  ,  go  hide  out  on  the  bench  out  front  and  just  wait  for  something  to  swallow  her  up  —  but  she  steels  herself  .  it’s  a  ghost  of  a  smile  that  passes  over  her  lips  ,  switch  slipping  into  small  purse  backpack  before  she  looks  to  the  OTHER  ,  rocks  back  and  forth  on  her  feet  .  “  …  you  did  good  ,  “  she  says  ,  softly  ,  eyes  flittering  back  down  to  the  ground  ,  because  it’s  easier  to  look  at  canvas  shoes  than  it  is  to  look  at  him  ,  and  she  could  just  call  it  quits  ,  but  pushes  further  .  (  does  she  even  have  a  right  to  ?  she  doesn’t  know  .  )  “  why  don’t  you  …  play  that  often  ?  you’re  clearly  good  at  it  .  “

       hot and cold. it was always the way she left him feeling. already a terrible judge of character, he had no sense for reading people, so he gave up on trying to read her weeks ago. otherwise, his head would always be left spinning. “ i need to have a clear head and --- that’s not really me. ” the only reason he had felt like performing tonight was because he wanted to feel like his old self. in halloweentown, he been very in tune with who he was when he was alive. memories of his passing were still fuzzy but he remembered a lot about his old life. those memories rapidly dissipated when his addictions started. “ but i’m glad ya enjoyed the show ! ”

wickedissms‌:

Maleficent smiled, there was something here in this ghostly child, “Feeling homesick?” She wondered. She knew well enough that there was something wrong with him, his substance problems were no secret. “Or is it a girl?” His feelings for the ice princess were no secret either. She knew this form could be deceiving, was it enough to begin to sow some seeds of chaos?

“Are you some kind of mind reader?” He joked before shaking his head. “None --- all of the above.” Chuckling, he took another sip from his bottle, beginning to think of home. If he went back and let go of this human body, he would be free from it all. It would be too easy and that was why Salem refused to return home. “Oh, but it’s so much more too,” he admitted, wondering why he was making things so hard on himself again.

@icyelva

The timing was terrible but Salem had no choice but to walk up to the closest person nearby and that happened to be Elva. A girl he was crushing on hard but she wanted nothing to do with him. “ ‘M sorry, please just pretend to talk to me for a few minutes. I’ll leave as soon as I can,” he spoke in a low and hurried tone, glancing behind them every so often.

lovewrotes‌:

              “  i  don’t  really  care  .  i  had  …  nothing  better  to  do  ,  “  and  her  statement  isn’t  meant  to  be  taken  as  mean  ,  that  much  is  proven  by  the  crassness  and  lackadaisical nature  ,  as  she  kicks  her  feet  up  and  down  on  the  seat  mindlessly  . eyes  linger  on  his  form  ,  gauging  his  every  move  ,  before  nodding  .  “  i  like  hot  chocolate  .  if  you  …  don’t  mind  .  i  can  make  it  ,  though  .  you  look  …  weird  .  i  don’t  want  you  to  burn  yourself  .  “

     “ cool, no worries then. ” lacking tact was common place in halloweentown, it was only natural to be direct so salem didn’t take her words personally. nimble fingers ran through wild hair before he shook his head. “ i’m all good. this is how i am usually, ” he assured, moving to begin boiling the milk for the sweet drink. food was hard to stomach when he stayed sober long enough to feel withdrawals so non-alcoholic drinks had become his best friend.

Taking a walk while high as kite, Salem felt that it was the best way to pass the time when he was in a good mood. However, taking that walk alone in a forest may have been a mistake. If anything was amiss, he failed to notice as he brushed his fingertips along low hanging leaves, giggling as it disturbed the water dew that had begun to collect on the delicate nature. It made him think of all the fanciful things that he missed about home and he started lamenting out loud until a new voice caught him guard. “Who’s asking?” He asked with a roguish grin as he turned to face the owner of the voice.

closed starter for @graveghcst

Irey was on her way back to the school late at night. She was just getting back from talking with her dad in the forest, letting him know about what she heard. As she’s walking, she hears someone talking out loud about Halloween town and it intrigues her instantly. She sees this someone stumbling through the forest and she can tell that maybe they’re intoxicated in someway but regardless she walks over to them. “Hey you know about Halloween Town?”

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.”

@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.

        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.