wickedissms:
Maleficent closed her eyes and penetrated his mind. He was surprisingly gifted, probably because of all the difficult things he’d seen. Trauma was the best way to strengthen the mind from attack. They didn’t call it putting up walls for nothing. She filtered through the boring stuff, looking for connections. Elva, that was obvious, Harry hook, well he might be useful, but Uma would be the goal anyway and she already had that fish on the hook so to speak. His parents…they could be useful. They clearly loved him, how could she use him to get to them? That would be exciting. Finally she did what she said, built a barrier in his mind against the sensory input he didn’t want. She also left a little back door, one small enough for her to enter at any point. She opened her eyes, “Well? How do you feel?”
The physical touch of her fingertips, the feel of them falls away and instead, he feels like she is leaving fingerprints on his mind. Constantly, he felt a pressure on his mind from the voices and figures trying to claw their way inside without a care for what it did to him. After a moment, it all fell away. His mind didn’t feel empty but it felt free from the pressure that had been driving him into madness. It was a better euphoria than the drugs had ever given him and the bliss only broke when she spoke once again. “I feel --- amazing.” A large grin broke across his face and he pulled her into a hug before he could even register himself moving. “Thank you, really, you saved me.”
wcstelavd:
“i think there is hope for everyone, if there is hope for me then there must be hope for you and who knows maybe tomorrow you will met someone better than me, there are plenty of people who are better than me in many ways, including more forgiving,” he responded easily to the other male, looking down before offering him a shy smile. “yeah, i think that would be for the best,” gil giggled as he pushed away the drink. “oh – they are so nice,” he breathed in awe, running his fingers over salem’s tattoos gently, “not yet. me and uma, harry and carlos are going to get matching ones,” he smiled, his expression showing just how smitten he is with his partners.
“shut up already with that. you’re the best.” he wrapped an arm around the other’s neck, ruffling his hair in a playful manner before he let him go. salem took the drink, downing the last bit himself before watching as gil traced the lines of his tattoos. “don’t touch me too much, gil.” he teased the other. “don’t want angry pirates on my ass.” he winked, knowing that gil was nothing but loyal and salem would never try to tempt someone who was taken, not even in his drunk state. “you guys are lucky to have each other the way that you do. i’m happy for you.” he meant that because as much as he envied their bond, he wanted nothing but for gil and harry to be happy. they had both been there for him in some of his lowest moments.
lilxxterror:
“That’s him. Lock, Shock, and Barrel told me all about him.” She heard about all the things he had done from them and from her father. “They said he can pull some of the scariest faces around. Is it true?”
“Those guys -- they’re funny.” The stories about them were at least. “Duh! He’s the scariest guy out there. Nobody does it better than my dad.” It was clear how proud the male was to have Jack Skellington as his father.
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.
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.
blvcksail:
“So, you’re what? A ghost? Vampire?” Or would a vampire just be in a state of perpetual drowning? The thought was a distracting one, and was quickly tucked away to be researched at a later time. “Fuck it, just tell me what you are. Nobody likes a guessing game.”
“I’m not playing any games,” he corrected. “I never said I would tell you.” Antagonizing a pirate was hardly wise but Salem always had to make things difficult for himself. Probably some twisted form of self punishment but he was not a specialist on psychoanalysis so he left that thought alone.
“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.
For you, controlling your power is like finding peace.
halloween aesthetics ⋆ ghosts
Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed, I’m just a ghost out of his grave.
mother mother › ghosting.
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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