Spooning Another Cold Mouthful Of Cherry Flavored Shaved Ice Into His Mouth, Salem Could Only Offer A

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    “what? a guy can’t eat a dozen pancakes in peace?” he asked jokingly. they were at a light night diner, mainly trying to wait out the bad weather but salem had a bad case of the munchies. the twelve pancakes he devoured attested to that and the waiter gave him a slightly concerned look when he ordered a bowl of fruit to continue eating. “i used to think food like this was gross. i didn’t need to eat in halloweentown but all the food back home had spiders or toad’s breath in it. i wonder if they could make spider pancakes.”

       salem stares at the bottle in her hand with a curious expression, trying to figure out what she wants. he has no recollection of her but to be fair, he doesn’t remember most people he meets since he’s usually under the influence. however, lately he had been trying to do better for elva’s sake which is the only reason he had a hangover. he never had one before because that would imply he was ever sober. “ sort of? ” he finally responded, putting together the clues and guessing that’s what the water must be for. “ is that for me? ” he questions.

          “  you’ve got to stay  hydrated  so you don’t  DIE-DRATE  !  ”    girl greets him  ,   holding a water bottle as she does so  .   sia shakes it  ,   just a  moment  so they can hear the ice shaking in the metal container  .   big eyes fall on him  ,   she’s so  curious  about him ever since the other night  -  the one that  ,   perhaps  ,   they both may have been fairly intoxicated  ;   but  she remembered  it all  .   sia’s a bit awkward  ,   not quite sure what to say  .      “  uh  ,   hey !   you got a hangover today ?  ”    nailed it ,    SIA  :  master of communication !     @graveghcst  wanted  a starter !  

icyelva‌:

She grabbed his wrist, not willing to let him go just yet. “Can you just…try to keep yourself safe?” She said quietly. He needed friends, that was obvious. But why did it have to be her? She let his wrist go, sighing. “I am worried about you.” That’s why they couldn’t be friends.

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips, she still worried about him but being who he was, he could never ease her worries. “I don’t want to lie to you, Elva.” He murmured, dipping his head down. “I should go,” he repeated, turning to leave without a look back. No matter how much his heart ached for him to prove he was worthy of someone like her, he knew in his mind that he never could be.

@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.

wickedissms‌:

“Fabulous you’re feeling better.” Maleficent said, deciding to employ her technique. She let the shape of the petite princess fall away and instead she was herself. But she made his mind think nothing of it. She was Maleficent mistress of darkness, but nothing was amiss. Nothing was wrong certainly. He wouldn’t tell anyone about her but he didn’t need to examine why. “Maybe now you can go get your little ice princess.” She smiled, keeping a hold on his mind. 

When he pulled away, a new face greeted him but nothing registered as wrong, he was only curious. “Never thought I would be hugging, well, you.” Salem assumed she would get his meaning. “I don’t know... I still have to get clean and that’s gonna be a pain in the ass. Voices or no voices.” Withdrawals were no joke. Even a day of trying to go cold turkey was painful, mentally and physically, but he knew he could do it now that his main drive pushing him towards drugs and alcohol was gone.

nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — Charlie walked over to the fridge and took out a couple of beers before settling them on a table. He sat down on a couch and used his keys to open the bottles. “Thanks.” he shouted before taking a drink from one. “Not a bad place you got.” He hadn’t finish fixing his new place, it was all still weird since he spent so many years just backpacking around. — ♛

Salem mixed the drinks quickly, having a lot of practice, before he poured them in a couple of solo cups. “Don’t have anything fancy since I broke most of my glasses,” he explained with a small chuckle as he placed the drink on the table in front of the prince. “Thanks. I just picked up because I threw a rager over the weekend. Oh --- and I put two shots in there. I like my stuff strong and I figured you could handle it.”

nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — “I would have thought they would be talking about other stuff, like whatever is going with the VKs.” He replied back. “A drink doesn’t sound too bad. I’m sure those who are wanting to see what i’m up to would think I’m just back to my partying ways.” — ♛

“Because that topic is a total mood killer. Why talk about politics when you can talk about something safe like what’s up with a returning royal.” Salem knew there was plenty of gossip about him but standards were much different in Halloween Town. “Then come to my place. I have plenty of beer and other shit. If they don’t see you, they have nothing to talk about.”

Creepy vibes, that’s what I’m known for.

Iwan Rheon in the Inhumans SDCC pressroom (via fuckyeahiwanrheon)

halloween aesthetics  ⋆  ghosts

Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed, I’m just a ghost out of his grave.

mother mother  ›  ghosting.