Lilxxterror‌:

ryclties‌:

           ❝    you’re the worst.   ❞   cesar groans childishly,  moving to flop down in the nearest chair.   it was worth a shot,  of course.   using manipulation tactics to get his brother to do whatever he wanted,  that is.    ❝   it could,  if you’d do something for me.   then i wouldn’t be forced to do unspeakable things to you that would ruin your whole undead life.   ❞   he shrugs,  speaking rather dramatically.   ❝    would that really be such a bad thing ?   you can’t possibly like it here.   i mean,  look at what being here has done to you.   ❞   he points out.   maybe he was just projecting his own feelings.

       ❝ oh, you’re too sweet, brother. ❞ he teased the elder, still smiling as the other attempted to blackmail him. ❝ would you really do that your precious baby bro? because i have a lot of undead life to live still and that’s plain cruel. ❞ salem’s expression fell, gaze falling to his lap as toyed with the loose strings of his ripped jeans. clothes never seemed to stay intact long when it came to them.  ❝ going home... i want nothing more but that’s the easy way out. ❞ if he returned to his ghost form he would have no physical body to tell him what he craved and there would no longer be the tragically departed tormenting him everyday.

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.

@wcstelavd

who is the tiny one? 🥰

       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 !  

He thought drugs were his best friend. He had no idea that they kept their enemies closer than their friends.

Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)

icyelva‌:

Elva sighed, “Salem…” She didn’t know how to follow it. Once upon a time, they had been very close, and then the drugs and the parties…it was so dangerous for Elva to have any friends at all. But someone like Salem, who was full of potential for volatile emotions, was especially vulnerable. “Ten minutes.”

The male glanced over, resisting the urge to frown when she said nothing more. “You know ---- I think they’re already gone,” he started, pulling away from Elva. This was a mistake. He had screwed up by asking her for help. “I should get going.”

Hey, I am sober. I’ve been sober for two - almost two days now. It feels like 45 years.

wickedissms‌:

“I know it’s not, and I don’t expect it to.” Elva sighed, “But you don’t need something to help you, you need to get at the problem from its source.” She knew there was something about Salem and being out of Halloweentown that he struggled with, but she couldn’t say exactly what it was. “Talk to your parents, ask them how to fix this. If Fairy Godmother could dampen my powers there has to be some help for you.”

“No.” He could never go to his parents. They would call his powers a gift, they would force him to embrace them. “Wait -- she dampened your powers? Why didn’t you go to her sooner?” Part of it was Salem trying to distract from his own problem but he was curious why Fairy Godmother, who seemed to know everything, hadn’t approached Elva sooner.

"How'd you get this?" salem & adelaine!

      The male shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Could’ve been a fall, an accidentally broken bottle --- wait, no. It had to be the time I totally failed at this party trick I was trying to do.”