Graveghcst - * Spooky / Boy

Spooning another cold mouthful of cherry flavored shaved ice into his mouth, Salem could only offer a shake of his head. “Not really,” he started, taking another bite and wincing at the coldness on his teeth which forced him to take a break from the treat. “Everything’s dead and horrifying look. It’s so much better than all of this.”

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“Is this how its like in Halloween Town except you know with Halloween stuff and not all this Spring stuff?” Irey asked Salem as she took a bite from some food she just bought. Here she was per her father’s orders getting close to the Skellington kid.

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

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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.”

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“But you’re not sure?” Though phrased like a question, her tone made clear that it was anything but. That certainly seemed like something one ought to know about themself. “Well, you have to tell me all about what that’s like. I’ve never possessed someone myself. Never really saw the appeal of it.”

“That’s what I said.” The former ghost boy was hardly concerned with details, he had and always would be the reckless type. “Uh --- it’s like putting on a costume but with more feeling.” He chuckled, having no better way to describe the sensation. High or sober, he was no word smith.

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.”

        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.

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For just a second, Eden debated asking what was so special about Tuesdays. She quickly decided against it. “The only thing I’m considering, is whether or not you’re worth the effort it would take to drown you,” she hissed, lips pulled back in disgust as she looked over the other. It would be easy enough to cover up. 

“Doubt I’m worth the trouble. I’m quite squirmy,” he embellished with a wiggle of his fingers. Not to mention he was also the son of the famous Pumpkin King but he never liked bringing that up unless the situation was dire. “I wonder if I can drown,” he mused since he had formerly been a ghost.

So waking up always seems to hurt.

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“Don’t be so coy,” Maleficent chuckled, “I heard they were engaged.” She finally got the information she needed, and it was better than she could possibly imagine. Something with his senses, and not something small either, something she could fix, or give the appearance of fixing. But the spell could do more too, he could become a literal pawn in her hands. It gave her access to everyone, the other Auradonians, Halloweentown….everything! And, if she could harness his power…well the Horned King would be very jealous if she raised an army of the dead without him. “Is that all?” She said, eyebrow raised, “Well that’s not too hard to fix.”

“That’s... even if that’s true there’s gotta be a reason. Elva’s not an idiot.“ She was the smartest person that he knew which may not say much these days. Most of his “friends” were only around him for the parties. A brow quirked when she made light of his ability but hope, true hope, he felt it for the first time in a long time. “So, you can fix me? Please, do it. I’ll do anything, I swear on my grave.” If she could really do this then he would be free. He could give up his addictions and be the person he used to be.