The Halloween Prince Was Letting Himself Ride High On The Good Feelings Of The Festival.

icyelva‌:

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Elva chuckled despite herself. She glanced behind them. “Just stay with me for an hour and they’ll lose their nerve, everyone does around me.” And they should, she was dangerous. She sighed and tucked her arm into Salem’s. This way it could just be for the act, she didn’t have to admit anything to him. Definitely not that she missed him.

I don’t. The words wanted to come out with the same ferocity he used to chase a high but coming from him, he knew they would offer no comfort. He was too much of a mess to be a good friend anymore. “I doubt they’ll follow me for that long, I’m not worth all that trouble. Ten minutes tops."

( @wickedissms ) continued from HERE.

     seriously? he was more than grateful that they were working towards being in a better place and that he had a chance at being in her life, but he wanted more. he had to take a chance but her obliviousness felt like i slap in the face. “i’m not high enough for this,” he muttered under his breath. “you really don’t get it, elva. i don’t just love you as a friend i’m... i’m in love with you. i don’t expect you to love me back in that way but come on, can’t you at least let me keep whatever pride i have left in tact by acknowledging me as a man.”

blvcksail‌:

“Why wouldn’t you be able to drown? You’re not merfolk, are you?” The second question came out more as an accusation than anything else. Despite her own use of the gifts her mother’s blood had given her, her father’s stories had made her wary of her fellow children of the sea. “Well?”

“There’s things out there that can breath underwater that don’t come from the ocean,” he mused, giving no further answer. It was no secret that he came from Halloween Town and aside from his ability, he would have been an odd one anyways. Which explained why he rarely gave a straight answer to anything.

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

sweetmvsics‌:

           blinks  ,   she takes the  HINT  to not be too pushy  .   she gets there  ,   but at least sia knows  when  to stop  .     “  okay  -  oh !   electrolytes are good too  .   and tea ?   probably ?  ”    blinks  ,    again  .   maybe he  doesn’t  remember  .   perhaps  …  a reminder ?     “  oh  -  i saw you last night  .   you looked pretty messed up  -  but you were  nice  so  -  why not ?   i like it when people help hungover me  .  ” 

     “ oh yeah -- sports drinks are good shit for hangovers because of that. ” that was why he was out with a hangover in the first place. he needed to restock his kitchen so he could resist going out and ultimately getting himself into trouble all over again. “ really ? cool then um guess i should thank my drunk self then. usually i only hear about the wild things i’ve done the night before. ”

I never intended all this madness

wcstelavd‌:

“no – no, that’s not what i meant,” harlow quickly amended, shaking her head as she met salem’s eyes ( she almost forgot the color of her friend’s eyes after being away from one another for so long, she remembered a time where it was full of life ). “i know, i – i,” she paused, taking a breath as she let a small smile make way, “i missed you too, salem. so very much.”

“what did you mean?” he asks, dark eyes searching for answers he had no right to demand. a brow raises at her statement, genuinely surprised she returned the sentiment. “ the old me, ” he corrects. “ you miss the me before i got all screwed up. ” he really had drank himself stupid, saying things that were meant to hurt himself just to punish himself. it was unfair to be putting this onto harlow.

@wickedissms

The Only Living Boy in New York (2017)