wickedissms:
“Something like that,” Maleficent smiled slightly, she moved a little closer, she’d never been a seductress, and she wasn’t now, but she knew this form had a coy sort of charm. “Tell me about her, tell me what bothers you…” She tilted his chin towards her, “I can do more than read minds you know…”
If any warning bells were going off, he registered none of them, totally unaware that he was potentially being played by the mistress of evil. “She’s... smart, self-sacrificing, strong, warm and ice cold. She’s everything I don’t deserve because I would just ruin her and get us both hurt.” Physically and emotionally. “Not that she would ever give me a chance,” he admitted, eyes flickering up to meet hers. “What do you mean?” He asked in a soft voice.
wickedissms:
Maleficent never let the coy smile fall from her lips, “She is all those things, is she?” The ice princess did not seem to be as wonderful as he mentioned, she a lone snowflake in the middle of July, out of place and unwanted everywhere she went. but if he liked her… “She’s not all, is she? There’s a reason you find yourself unworthy of her.” She held up her hand and let a few green sparks appear, “Oh…I’m just someone who wants to help.”
Salem nodded but his eyes stayed fixated on hers’. Something about her was enchanting. A soft voice and gentle touch, she reminded him of Elva in some ways and it was enough to bring all his longing and self-loathing to the surface. “I... I’m not good for anyone,” he admitted, stare broken when he saw the green sparks fly from her fingertips. “Magic,” he whispered and Elva’s suggestion that perhaps someone could suppress his abilities came to the front of his mind. “I have abilities and --- they feel like I curse. I do bad things to suppress them but I don’t want to be a bad person,” he explained, desperation growing in his miserable state.
wickedissms:
Elva stood awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to do. “Salem…I do love you, just not like that.” She tried to search her feelings, to find something that might give him hope, and even felt guilty about that. She was supposed to be with Harry, she wasn’t supposed to be trying to make Salem feel better. Still, Salem was her best friend. She wanted him to be happy. “I wish I could say something to make this better. I’ll always be here for you, that hasn’t changed. And nothing has to change between us unless you want it to.”
“I --- I don’t know what I want.” This was a mistake. He knew the chances of rejection were high and he was trying to keep himself stable enough to not need the drugs and alcohol anymore. This was doing the opposite of that and no, Elva was not to blame in the slightest but right now, he couldn’t be near her. “I um --- I should go and clear my head.” He ran his fingers through his hair, blowing out a frustrated sigh as he tried to muster up some semblance of a smile.
wcstelavd:
“well, i wouldn’t say the best but thanks for saying that and for thinking it,” he shrugged, smiling at his friends before letting out a loud laugh and sticking his tongue out at salem. “oh, hush – they won’t do anything to you,” he shoved salem away playfully, innocently thinking all his lovers would do is the same thing that happened on their first time and not what harry also did afterwards to the person who shared a kiss with gil. “besides, you’re too pretty for me,” gil winked at salem, a giggle following his words. “i am very lucky to have them, they are my world. one day you will have that too, i am sure of that, salem.” his smile softened at the thought of his partners and his eyes grew hopeful for salem.
salem shook his head, resigning himself to the fact that gil was not good at taking compliments, but neither was he. “always too drunk to care, anyways.” he shrugged with a crooked smile. he also believed harry would at least give him the benefit of the doubt since he considered the other pirate a nice drinking buddy. “pretty?” he questioned with slurred laughter. it was odd to be described as such since he had been so proud of his grotesque ghost form back home, making his perception of beauty rather warped. “that’s a beautiful thought,” he offered instead of denying his words, it was hard to be self-deprecating when gil was looking at him with pure hope. “anyways ---” he yawned. “you ready to turn in? it’s late and you’re way too drunk to walk back so stay in the guest room, yeah?”
she had the world || panic! at the disco
wickedissms:
Elva frowned, putting her hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah, you can’t stay out of trouble. It’s nothing serious.” She shook her head, “You know what Salem, I–” She paused, unable to actually swear even given the circumstances, “I am really upset with you!” She shook her head, “If you think for a second I ended our friendship because I didn’t want to be around you, you’re more of an idiot than I thought. I cut everyone out because I didn’t want to hurt them. Because I wanted to protect you from me.” He knew that. He had to know that, “And I have been…” She looked down at her feet, her snowflake pendant glowing, “I have been so alone because of that. But it was worth it because everyone I loved was okay. But if you’re going to screw up and get yourself into trouble anyway then what did I do that for?” She demanded, angry at him again. “Now, I’m…I’m not going to be that person anymore. You’re going to get your shit together if I have to drag you to rehab myself–do you understand?”
Regret and hurt melted together as she yelled at him, telling him her most honest feelings. “But we never asked you to do that! I lost you, Elva. I lost someone that I lo-- cared about.” He caught himself just in time, wanting her to see that it should have been his choice if he wanted to take the risk of being her friend or not. His head was starting to spin more than usual. What did she want from him? He was a loser, plain and simple. His life was so screwed up and the only escape he could see at this point was to literally run away back to his home town. “I’m not going to rehab,” he spat out suddenly, focusing on the word like she had slapped him with it. Going to rehab meant announcing to everyone, including his family, how royally screwed up he really was.
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.
SALEM SKELLINGTON. Former Ghost. Son of Jack&Sally. If you S T A R E into the darkness, something will stare BACK.
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