Wcstelavd‌:

she had the world || panic! at the disco

    he had forced himself to cut off his steady supply of beer by keeping away from the bar and hanging around some helpful mermaids at the lagoon. everything went to shit when the first apparition appeared, waterlogged and barely able to speak, he remembered why he was the way that he was. “nope. got it done earlier but it washed off after i went for a swim.” and then to dry off, he spent the past hour in a bar, drinking until he was sure his ability was nullified. “just saw you and --- i missed you.”

@graveghcst.

“oh i’m sorry the booth’s cl–” she started only to blink at the sight of salem in front of her. harlow bit on her bottom lip, looking at everyone near them who were running happily before meeting salem’s eyes with her back straight and her head held high. “are you here to get your face done ?” she questioned as she waved her brush in front of him.

thefirstmate‌:

      something had clearly happened. not that harry was even remotely aware of anything that could have possibly triggered this episode. he was hardly the person that was going to be a good influence on him, however. “moving on, eh?? alright, then, cheers. pretty sure i’d be willing tae drink tae ‘bout jus’ anything.” any excuse to have a drink, really. 

    “you’ll probably beat me this time,” he remarked as he brought the bottle down from his lips. he was already high but his heart felt like broken glass, he planned to drink until he felt nothing. “anyways --- ‘nough of the sappy bullshit. what’s up with you? any new pirate adventures going on?”

icyelva‌:

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Elva chuckled despite herself. She glanced behind them. “Just stay with me for an hour and they’ll lose their nerve, everyone does around me.” And they should, she was dangerous. She sighed and tucked her arm into Salem’s. This way it could just be for the act, she didn’t have to admit anything to him. Definitely not that she missed him.

I don’t. The words wanted to come out with the same ferocity he used to chase a high but coming from him, he knew they would offer no comfort. He was too much of a mess to be a good friend anymore. “I doubt they’ll follow me for that long, I’m not worth all that trouble. Ten minutes tops."

                       he can’t outrun the sentiments that poison his body.                                they make him sick, vulnerable, w e a k.                                             they rot him inside-out.

                                                              ( && ) 

                          how do you heal from such internal damage?                                         in reality, he knows he can’t.                           ——— but there’s no way he’ll be eaten alive by                                                  his own conscience.

                                         he resorts to drugs, to alcohol.                                 to the numbness it gives him no matter                                                     how temporary. 

same

“how’d you get this?” from fil

     Salem watched as Gil traced over the scarred skin of his left palm. “Broke a glass... cut up my hand pretty badly,” he explained with a shrug. “But, it’s nothing serious now.” He pulled his hand away as he moved to his kitchen. “So, you want a beer?”

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.”

@brvinsnbrvwn // closed starter

     another long night of partying and salem was completely wasted, stumbling as he walked back to his apartment. “wow --” he chuckled when he nearly ran into another guy, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. “my bad uh dude. the night’s still early but --- i went too hard.” he laughed again, shaking his head. salem probably should be more worried about being out so close to curfew but he figured he would make it home soon.