Wickedissms‌:

she had the world || panic! at the disco

::please stop breaking my heart‌::

Elva covered her mouth at the confession, not realizing that was how he felt and how she must have hurt him. “Oh…Salem…I…” but what could she say? She had never liked him that way, and probably never would. Just like Charlie she saw him more as a brother than a potential…anything else. Even acknowledging him “as a man” as he put it seemed strange. “It’s not that I don’t care about you…but I like…Harry.” The guy everyone was talking about her kissing the other day, the guy she’d never really brought up because she thought they needed to work on Salem’s stuff. “But even without him. You have to know, it was never like that for me.” It was cold, but so was she, and she couldn’t let Salem hope for something she could never give him.

Did some part of the former ghost think that maybe once he confessed, she would see him in a new light? A small, fragile part did, but he was still prepared for rejection. He was not prepared to hear that she had feelings for another guy and why did that make it so much worse? “Yeah, I know.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. It shouldn’t have surprised him after all the rumors he heard but he barely paid attention to anything when he was on a high. “I know you’ll never... yeah.” He finished lamely, unable to keep the fake smile on his face. All he wanted to do now was drink himself stupid but if he did that and Elva found out, she would be mad at him and he was supposed to be trying to do better.

wickedissms‌:

Maleficent smiled, there was something here in this ghostly child, “Feeling homesick?” She wondered. She knew well enough that there was something wrong with him, his substance problems were no secret. “Or is it a girl?” His feelings for the ice princess were no secret either. She knew this form could be deceiving, was it enough to begin to sow some seeds of chaos?

“Are you some kind of mind reader?” He joked before shaking his head. “None --- all of the above.” Chuckling, he took another sip from his bottle, beginning to think of home. If he went back and let go of this human body, he would be free from it all. It would be too easy and that was why Salem refused to return home. “Oh, but it’s so much more too,” he admitted, wondering why he was making things so hard on himself again.

wickedissms‌:

“Oh please, you have to know…the way he looks at Uma. You can hear them from the dock…and sometimes Carlos De Vill is there too.” She hoped her casual tone made it sound more humiliating for Elva. “There is no progress without breaking down walls,” She said sagely, a true sentiment but not one she usually followed. “I can’t help you if you dot tell me,”

“She’s his captain... De Vil?” Salem shook his head, not wanting to think badly of Harry because he was a cool guy to hang out with but Elva was his best friend. Feelings or no feelings, he never wanted to see someone hurt her. “I can see ghosts. They talk to me, yell at me or sometimes just scream. I don’t know it depends on how they died I guess. It’s just too much sometimes.” All the time. “Sometimes I can even feel they’re pain and I-- I am not strong enough to handle all that.”

@wcstelavd

       After his performance, Salem was feeling very content with himself. He had stopped drinking several hours before the show, of course, he had taken something else to help him manage his habit but it was mild compared to what he usually did. The former ghost needed his mind to be somewhat clear so he could reach back to an old talent that he knew had to be from when he was truly alive. Playing the violin felt like riding a bike and he enjoyed the applause and congratulations he received after words for his hidden talent. “ I don’t try to hide it, it’s just not something I’ve done in awhile, ” he explained to someone that had approached him after he left the stage and put his violin away behind the bar.

lilxxterror‌:

She let out a laugh. “Well they are both very different from one another.” She said. “I mean the only real common thing between them is that you’re looking for treats and its usually in the form of candy.”

“oh yeah, candy’s always good.” not as good as what he actually desire but he really needed to get his mind off his parched throat. “hey, let’s go to one of the booths or like, explore or something.”

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.”

@lovewrotes // closed starter

     “i’m sorry you got stuck here just because i asked a favor.” salem was really just looking for any excuse to hang out with someone to keep his mind distracted. he had cleaned his place up and put all of his alcohol out of site. the drugs his body had become accustomed to, he was having a harder time giving them up so he tried to limit how much he took. he still had a long way to go and he was already feeling antsy. “i didn’t think the snow would be so bad but um --- i can make you something? food? something warm to drink?”

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.”