Lovewrotes‌:

       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 !  

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.

Salem had a lot of guilt building up in every single pore of his body. He had yet to tell his parent’s of his new ability as a human and not to mention the addictive habits he was hiding. Thankfully, his mother always warned him before coming to visit so he had been able to take the bare minimum of his daily dose of drugs to keep himself sane but at least of a somewhat sound mind. It was a good thing odd behavior was the usual for him, drugs or no drugs. “Fascinating?” He repeated in a questioning tone, as he continued to search through the clothing patches. Salem loved simply sitting with his mother as she worked, playing with the fabrics as he listened to her speak. “I liked being a ghost. Easier to scare people that way,” he mumbled like a petulant child.

@graveghcst

Though knowing full well that her children were fully grown adults, she was also aware that they shared their father’s affinity for mischief making. While Sally herself found the trait to be endearing, she realized that other’s in Auradon might not exactly take well to some of their… antics, not in the way their parents could. Some people just didn’t understand what they viewed as ‘too different’, or downright 'weird’. So, she wanted to make sure she checked in on them every now and again. Not pestering, but simply as a mother who wanted her children to know that she would always be there for them. Pale fingers sifted through a basket filled to the brim with various clothing patches, colorful fabric also strewn about the floor around her sewing station. “You know, I almost miss stitching myself together after a nasty spill,” she mused lightly, gaze traveling to Salem with a small smile. “Then again, it’s still so fascinating, being this way. Don’t you think?”

lilxxterror‌:

Irey scooped up another piece of ice cream as she listened to him talk. “That sounds pretty cool.” Only she would think dead and horrifying would look better than how everything looked here. “Wow so this must be not as cool compare to that then?” She asked.

“There’s no comparison. It’s --- different worlds,” he answered shrugging as he focused again on his treat. It was his distraction for now because what he really wanted was a bottle of any alcohol he could get his hands on. “It’s like comparing Halloween and Easter,” he added, glancing over at his companion.

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.

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

Ernest Hemingway (via thequotejournals)

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