It Took The Former Ghost A Moment To Remember Who The Woman Was. It Had A Been A Bad Night For Him When

sweetmvsics‌:

      girl will blink  ,   she’s not so much to a man of  this little  words  ;  but  NO WORRIES  .   she can talk enough for the both of them  .     “  then that means you’ve started your recovery road to 100%  .   judging by how much you were drinking  …  it might take you a whole day  .  ”    but she had only  JUST  met him  ,   so she could be wrong  .   she  probably  is  ,   sia has a tendency to be wrong at times  .     “  mhmm !  got some advil in my bag too  ,   if you need it  .  ”  

     a wince comes with her words, it’s one thing to admit to himself he has a problem, it’s another for someone else to possibly notice it. a complete stranger at that. “ no -- thanks. water’s fine. i don’t do well with medication. ” more like he had a problem staying away from it. not that advil was something he went to for recreational use. “ why --- why are you going out of your way for me? ”

devourcd‌:

selfish  tendencies  come  out  to  play  —  she’ll  think  of  herself  alone ,  as  she’s  done  a  thousand  times   ,  “   ugh  ,  you’re  a  TOTAL  life  saver  ,   ”   wide  smile  ,  yet  ,  today  …  it’s  weighing  differently  .  (   perhaps  it’s  all  FINALLY  catching  up  with  her  ??  )   “   well  ,  that’s  no  fun  —  !  i  love  free  drinks  ,  but  …   ”  a  pause  ,  change  of  heart  .   “  we  should  do  something  fun  for  …  both  of  us  .   —  ‘s  there  a  reason  you  can’t  have  some  ,  anyway  ?   ”  overstepping  boundaries  …  it’s  just  something  she’s  good  at  .

the former ghost boy nodded, confident he knew his drinks well enough to pick out something the other would like. he watches as the bartender prepares them, finding it interesting how drinks are made since he often learned how to make them on his own. “ hm? ” his gaze shifts back to her. “ uh, a promise. i’m having enough fun ---  ” he paused when the shots were finally placed in front of them. “ anyways, try it! ”

i rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and sarcasm.

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.

blvcksail‌:

“You’re right, we aren’t playing a game. But if you’d like to, I return us to our previous question of whether or not you can drown. If you can’t, you win. If you can, the victory is mine. Though I should be clear that I won’t be performing any mouth to mouth if the latter happens to be the case.” There’s a brief pause as she takes a step towards the other. “What say you? It’s only life or death.”

“I can’t --- it’ll ruin my hair.” He ran his fingers through his wild locks. Truthfully, he disliked water because he was afraid of seeing waterlogged figures underneath its depths. They were some of the worst figures, eternally trapped in a cycle of unawareness and drowning. “Besides, I need more than just bragging rights to get motivated, otherwise it’s no fun.”

lilxxterror‌:

“It really is. Like the food in the school is good but some of things I had in town is so good. I mean not as good as my dad’s but still.” She said with some admiration. “I blame the weather but yes the woods are quiet.” Irey knew it was because the villains were planning something, something she didn’t really know though. “I think I wouldn’t have gone to school if it was my choice but dad thought it was something I should do. I didn’t really go Dragon Hall back on the Isle.”

“What does your dad make?” Maybe Salem should be thinking twice about being friends with the daughter of Oogie Boogie but she had always been nice to him. “My mom cooks more often than my dad but her baking is the best. I love her spider cookies.” Which didn’t have actual spiders in them, she often decorated her sugar cookies with spiders and all things creepy. “School’s boring, I never cared for it much either.”

i’m not afraid of anything that’s my whole problem

Nicola Maye Goldberg, from “Threshold,” published in Queen Mob’s Teahouse (via dvoyd)

“Wow, wow.” Salem held his hands up in surrender, chuckling as she wholeheartedly rejected his plan. “That’s the whole point! Doomed for failure. Sounds like a good time to me.” Anything sounded like a good time when you were as high as he was.  The male liked learning his limits the hard way.

“Sorry to burst your perfect, little bubble, but that plan is moronic at best. Honestly, I can’t imagine anyone possibly coming up with something more destined to fail.” Beating around the bush had never been her forte. Embellishing just how poorly thought out another’s decision was, however, well….that was where Eden liked to be creative.

sweetmvsics‌:

        her mother had taught her well  ;  while chad fell asleep during classical music lessons  ,   stella  thoroughly  enjoyed it  .   stella could only play the piano  ,   sing a tune or two  -  so she was surely not going to perform tonight  ,   but she would watch  -  enjoy it  .     “  it’s been awhile since i heard something so passionate  .  ”  she has a fair amount of  TALENTED  friends  ,   but passionate ?   debatable  .      “  how long have you played for ?  ”

     some part of salem almost felt bad. a talent he had probably cultivated over years of hard work the first time he was alive, he now barely payed any attention to. “ uuh --- can’t say. years, probably. ” he shrugged. everything he could never find words elegant enough to express, he let it out when he was on stage. how disillusioned anyone from the audience must become when speaking to him.