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[dcadmom]

✦ ; .             NO ONE needs to say anything further, the smile slowly growing on the teen’s lips a sure-fire sign she acknowledges the presence in the room. thumbs hook to book corners, slowly shutting away her interesting novel && tuck it aside as limbs stretch out overhead && grab at the air.

                               ❛ - woe is me, a girl who’s life to live is in solidarity. shunned by a world without a parasite to leech away her free time. - ❜ back she tilts her head, eyes shut in recognition he’ll want the advantage to make his entrance. ❛ - even in the realm of fiction, i am truly — UTTERLY — alone. - ❜

-  ✦ : 「 @bicexorcist​ 」

[neverwaryy]

💚 💙 - bicexorcist

memes & accepting

💚 - friendship & 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond )

               ;; yes !!! give me both of these ugh beej and lyds are my fav bffs ever. i love my kids!!!

&---( @bicexorcist​ ).

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

              it wasn’t like he was planning on getting up anyways. hard to have your body parts fall asleep when your body wasn’t alive. it was a good that he didn’t have to worry about the numbness or body falling asleep thank to the ‘ deadweight ’ that was on plopped on him. it was no big… but what the meaning behind this ? the people among the living were so… weird. and he would know : he WALKED among them for good few minutes.

              ❝… ❞ a hand is raised, fist clenching a bit as he wondered what to do. should he pat her or something ? was this mood to comfort her or HIM ? the question made this whole situation MORE confusing. his hand comes down to give her shoulder a tap – just ONCE before it falls down. it was… strange that he was a DEMON, yet he was still capable of touching a HUMAN. there wasn’t much else he could interact with in the world of the living. perhaps it was because of their CONNECTION ? or the fact that he had a bigger presence in the house since he died there… whatever it was, he didn’t really choose to think about it.

             ❝you good, lyds ? ❞

✦ ; .                              ❛ - don’t talk, not yet. - ❜ her body, tense as it is, tries its best to just burden his presence by letting her full weight relent with the sigh of attentive lungs. fingers furl && lydia lets herself just lay against pillowing curls of her hair upon his thigh, eyes staring straight against his stomach before slowly curving up his tubbish figure to find his eyes. it’s weird laying on him like this, like he’s someone she can trust.

             they both had it rough today, absolute extremes on either end of their spectrums. a hand moves to find his && awkwardly with mininal eye contact she links fingers. silence was all lydia needed to get the feeling of security currently lacking. after a bit of composure through breathing && just quietly suffering to herself, she gives a tiny squeeze to his knuckles.

                               ❛ - not the greatest. . . but i’ll manage. how about you, big guy ? - ❜

[somebodyxstopxme-moved]

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Love you guys!! 

[dcadmom]

✦ ; .                              ❛ - have fun fighting yourself, bee-jay. - ❜  time to go back to laying like a corpse on the floor.

[dcadmom]

✦ ; .                              ❛ - i’m just clarifying this for you two :  he’s a second man-child. you both are basically the same so yeah. thought i’d lock him down so he can’t murder like you. - ❜

[dcadmom]

✦ ; .                              ❛ - hey beetlejuice, - ❜  PIPES UP from lydia as she wanders over, hands swept up behind her back in their usual hold. the goth seems to prowl around his stance in a shark-like circle, only jumping close to his side so she can turn about to face him head-on && raise her chin to look down her nose at his pictured visage.  ❛ - got somethin’ special since we’re all married && whatnot. - ❜

              with one hand, lydia shoves the other onto his knees with the intimidation && force of one all-powerful gothy teen, smile growing as she chuckles behind thinned lips. once she’s certain he’s focused && paying close attention, she brings the red velvet ring box out from behind herself, prying it open while still standing tall above his knelt figure. it’s a sterling silver wedding band, the depiction of grown ivy etched along with a beetle as its engraved centerpiece. 

                              ❛ - since we only exchanged vows, i kinda wanted to make up for the whole ‘murdering you’ part of our ceremony. - ❜

-  ✦ :   「 @bicexorcist​ 」

[neverwaryy]

"I'll never steal again! I'll get an honest job!" - bicexorcist

meme & accepting

              “Beej, you’ve said that so many times you’re beginning to sound                 like a broken record. Do you actually mean it this time?”

&---( @bicexorcist​ ).

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ :   「 betelgeuse 」

         ❝ wait, what – ❞ he blinks, leaning back a bit. what the HELL was going on about ? that wasn’t what he meant at all. he COULDN’T EVEN TOUCH the living if he wanted to. the most he could do was LIGHT FIREPLACES and close doors. maybe if he was BORED ENOUGH, he could fuck with cabinets, but that was IT ! the whole point of his curse was that he was, LITERALLY, INVISIBLE by EVERYONE that wasn’t ALIVE.

         ❝ i just wanted to talk about MURDER – what the hell are you talking about, lyds ?❞

✦ ; .                              ❛ - i . . . - ❜

             HAD HER BODY been this tense? lydia didn’t remember feeling everything lift && then drop like she just let her organs fall like deadweight. was this natural? was this part of the cycle? a hand clutches to her stomach as the other drifts out to explain, keeping a distance between her && her ghostly spouse. ❛ - i dunno — i just . . . things are getting weird with me lately. being alive sucks right now. - ❜

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

               ah, she caught ON TO THAT ? embarrassing. a hand reaches up to dig into his ear, a way to OCCUPY himself in a way to deflect her words. after all, it COULD have been just a way to UPHOLD his own promise to NOT KILL HER FATHER as an exchange for her summoning him. it was, the VERY LEAST he could do ; like the bare minimum. 

              ❝ ahh, he must have just gotten out of the house before i got the chance to. ❞ he quickly states, moving himself away. LOGISTICS and all that, who could keep up with it ? not him, that’s for sure. 

              a sly grin – ❝ well what do you wanna do, lyds ? we can go and terrorize some people knock on the door for old time’s sake. ❞

✦ ; .             hey, don’t pull away when she’s trying to hug you! her brows furrow as he distances from her, arms instantly moving to close off her previously open posture. lydia’s grumpy, disposed of idle pleasantries for her teenage angst. seeing how beetle scuttled away from an emotional standpoint, the goth lets her shoulders drop as a hand issues out its pointed appraisal.

                               ❛ - i’m in, but on one condition — the only injury we give anyone is a sprained ankle, maybe a wedgie or some bruised hip from running into the doorknob. - ❜ a pause for thought, ❛ - extra cautious if they’re old. - ❜ normally she wouldn’t care so much but what with her new perspective on life, she didn’t want anyone to waste what years left that they had. if they somehow slipped up && cut someone’s span short due to some bullish prank lydia might never forgive herself.

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

              AS IF WAITING in the wings, he searches for a CUE to make his appearance. YES, he knows she knows he’s there. yes he KNOWS that this entrance was baited, but that’s what he liked about the two of them : they were in sync. honestly, the demon could have asked for a better best friend.

              ❝ was it a LEECH you asked for, my dear LYDIA ? ❞ he asks before making his appearance, the makeshift door from her wall where the door to the NETHERWORLD was led.  ❝ well ask and YE SHALL receive. ❞

✦ ; .             as if by a DISGUSTING technicality, the moment he arrives his dastardly still legally bound wife draws her gaxe open, premptively rising to her combat boots && keeping those arms upheld above her crown. an inhale before a certainly girlish scream billows out as she dances in place from the sheer ‘shock’ of his appearance, only for those stiff limbs to be dropped like deadweight at her sides.

             lips blow in boredom as eyes roll, lydia maneuving around her previous seating to approach the big lug she had ditched almost a year ago. jazz hands shake themselves towards them, eyes piercing his overexcited gaze with a glorified little chirp from his songbird. ❛ - b f f f f ‘s forever, yeah ? sucks that even death didn’t do us part, but uh — hate to break it to the priests — but we’re not the stick to the fine print type. - ❜

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

              GOD / SATAN, did she know how to be a mood killer. well, he supposed that it was an EASY thing to get around. it shouldn’t be HARD, right ? just going to go with some tasteful crap-your-pants kind of scares. it was better to just go along with what she wanted to do rather than just get ejected prematurely back into the netherworld.

              ❝ UGHHH, you drive a hard bargain, ❞ he says, hands on his waist as he watches a bit angerly… still, he was standing there, making his way towards her bedroom door, waiting for her to open it,  ❝ but we are getting a pie and putting it in some lady’s face – you CANNOT deny me that simple pleasure. ❞

✦ ; .                              ❛ - DEAL ; we can go swing by the local shop, i’ve got a few coins i can dump on the cashier. - ❜ she finally makes her way over to the door, opening it dramatically as though beetlejuice was a lady in her prime. but then it hits her — can’t leave the house, right. rather than risk him getting sucked through the front door, lydia hesitates before piping up. ❛ - actually, why don’t we try baking one ?? i might know a few kitchen tricks from my mom. - ❜

             it’s a cute thought, baking a pie with her ghost host / friend-husband. as they start down the stairs she peeks over the mid-flight flat railing to check the kitchen. even if her dad was home he’d no doubt be against seeing beetlejuice so soon, though maybe a little friendly towards him after the whole SAVING LYDIA FROM BEETLE’S OWN MOTHER fiasco. fingers curl against the wood as the deetz peers back towards her anomalous friend, brows raised.

                               ❛ - any ideas for a main flavor ? - ❜

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

               betelgeuse and his mother was a subject he hated to talk about – but JOKING ? he didn’t mind, his own emotions were shadowed by his own need to be entertaining to DISTRACT himself that he’s been always unwanted.

                 whoa, that got a little deep there for a second. lets just pretend that little inner monologue didn’t happen, shall we ? ❝ TERRORIZE was very minimal. almost to the point where it just isn’t WORTH IT. nobody is really down with making other’s crap their pants like you are. ❞ he tuts, arms crossed as he leaned into her for a bit.  ❝ and that’s if they SEE ME. other than that, it’s just flickering LIGHTS in the room and throwing plates on the floor, standard ghost things. like come ON, isn’t anyone down with MURDER ANYMORE ? ❞

✦ ; .                              ❛ - i never said i’d murder anyone, - ❜ lydia protests, eyes scrawling up his scraggy visage to sneer. 

                              ❛ - besides, you deliberately went out of your way to PREVENT my dad being hurt in our rebellion during that dinner arrangement. - ❜ her tongue clucks as if to snap him out of his bloodlust craze, elbow shunted under ribs to further stir him awake from whatever daydream of cruelty he might’ve been drifting into. regardless of his shifted weight creeping onto her, the goth only factors in the shoulder slumping over her as an arm casts around to allow his side embrace equally.

             nails curl to keep a hold on him in case the demon decides to add more of his apparel onto her shoulder, curls brushing his dusty coat as she noses up to — while holding her breath — offering a firm cuddle against her side to remind him that they’re pals. once her head leans back from his vicinity she GASPS for air, as if starved for hours of the life-sustaining essence. eyes roll as she collects herself, lydia finally letting a smile crawl along her features.

                               ❛ - can’t say i didn’t miss our fun though, beetlejuice. - ❜

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

              oh right, smell. one thing he had BRIEFLY before, you know, DYING. by the hand his best friend, former WIFE. how could he forget. well, he the MEMORY wasn’t forgotten, but the fact that others can smell was lost. hey, you’re in the netherworld where people don’t smell… it’s what happens when you’re DEAD.

               ❝ well, what can i say ? no one TAKES MY BREATH AWAY like you do. ❞ he said, giving off a little CHUCKLE.  ❝ but really, it beats hanging around the netherworld. trust me, you really DODGED a bullet there. ❞

✦ ; .             the smell of death would linger anywhere within the netherworld, yet here he was — only smelling like a dead guy washed in the essence of burnt rubber && bug guts. a hand braces his arm comfortably like lydia’s grabbing an old friend, a reassurance she’ll remain regardless of his foul odor. ❛ - less of a bullet, more of your mom && her rancid football jocks. - ❜ her palm pats him as an apology for bringing up juno, but it’s someone she had encountered while on her trip to hell.

                               ❛ - but you’re right, i am alive — breathing && suffering just the right amount this time. - ❜ painted nails walk up his arm until she can pinch his cheek, a friendly sign lydia’s willing to be affectionate. ❛ - how’s my little monster today ? terrorize any unsuspecting nobodies while you were away ? - ❜

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ : 「 betelgeuse 」

              the demon moves from the makeshift door, closing it behind him with his foot. how he LOVED leaving that boring world. nothing but…. nothing for MILES and miles and MILES and – you get the point. so making an appearance back in the teenager’s room was MORE than welcomed. after all, even though they had some bad times, she was more FUN than anyone else he’s been with.

              ❝ that’s why i love ya, babe. ❞ COMPLETELY PLATICALLY. no one can steal his heart like adam, after all.  a hand waves her down of her COMPLETELY NORMAL, reaction. ❝ alright, alright, calm down. i know ya missed me. ❞

✦ ; .             right. okay. a hand breaches her comfort zone to shove his jaw with how gut-wrenchingly close he saddled up by her face. ❛ - everything EXCEPT for the stench, maybe. - ❜ fingers move to brush against the nearest furniture to discard any mold that might’ve rubbed off on her skin, gaze following her movement away from the ghost now haunting her abode. he’s always welcome — what with her home kind of being the house he died in. regardless of the awkward air it gives, the fact beetlejuice always came to visit made the goth a little more at ease.

                               ❛ - love’s a strong word though — sure you can attach yourself to the cold-blooded killer queen who ran you through ? - ❜ seriously, after all that he STILL wanted to associate with her. BAFFLING.

[dcadmom]

-  ✦ :   「 betelgeuse 」

          HER REACHING out and hugging him was something he was NEVER going to get used to. once again, his arm is raised above her out of instinct. he blinks, glancing away. eyebrows hitched in a slight worried expression before his eyes look downwards at her.

            need him ? he’s never HAD anyone tell him that they needed him. HE was usually the one convincing others that THEY NEEDED him. this reversal – it was all HARD TO PROCESS. being seen and NEEDED, geniunely. he didn’t want to let this go. he was going to GRIP this with his horrible, CLAMMY hands.

          ❝ y – yeah. ❞ he speaks as his own arms wrap around her, giving her the bit of comfort he could give, despite being smelly AND cold. ❝ i won’t go – ❞ he clears his throat,  ❝ i… proomisse. ❞ the demon says, trying his best to SOUND supportive ; UGH, being GENUINE was disgusting, but it was worth it to cheer up lydia.

✦ ; .             his promise says a thousand words in of itself, nails gently biting into his suit as she wraps her embrace tighter. it’s a refreshing burst of support the deetz had been needing ever since charles went quiet on her again. not that they’re distant again — after all, they live together — it’s just that lyds had been desiring solitude a little too much, leaving her to crave attention from her only friend in the world. the teenage privilege : fuck family, depend on your friends. && after all that self-growth too, it almost blows one’s mind how lydia had technically regressed in her improvement.

             but to hear a dead guy, his adult age be damned, claim he’ll never abandon her. . . it’s unconventional, but surprisingly effective. a wrist moves from her grasp to wipe at her eyes, smearing slight streaks of mascara in its wake, puffy lips offering the slow break of a smile. ❛ - i promise too ; i won’t leave you again. - ❜ a shaky laugh echoes out to the dry humor of remembering how she literally jumped into hell to separate from him once before, their unorthodox marriage certainly bound in strange ways.

                               ❛ - i love ya, weirdo. - ❜ a strictly platonic quip that shows her gratitude for his emotional support regardless of his own questionable foundations. hand previously fussing with her eyes furls into a fist that promptly delivers a light paff to his pec, the back of it bumping / knocking at his suit while lydia starts her recovery from crying. it’s stupid to be this vulnerable with a demon, let alone one who you know used you at one point. ( classic bait && switch, oldest trick in the book. )

             with her nose clogged from her sorrowful sobbing, his stench never reaches her senses, leaving her to fully appreciate his comfort for the first time in what feels like the nearly two years they’ve known each other. another quick squeeze reminds him that she’s here for him if he ever wants to reciprocate the support system before lydia steps back, shaking out her shoulders && bringing hands up to brush back her messy hair from her tear stained face.

                               ❛ - . . . wanna go stuff our faces with food to dull the heavy after effects of an emotional breakdown ? - ❜