Salem Stares At The Bottle In Her Hand With A Curious Expression, Trying To Figure Out What

       the halloween prince was letting himself ride high on the good feelings of the festival. slightly tipsy but not wasted, he was trying to get better after all. “ damn, you caught me on the one day i don’t have my old friend jack daniels with me ! ” the male chuckled, offering his sympathies. “ but enjoy the good mood and let go. have you seen the face painting booth, yet? they got some wicked stuff going on, i’m thinking of asking to get a skull painted on me. ” a fitting tribute to his father.

          in  clutch  :  a  small  designer  wallet  in  her  right  hand  ,  and  a  tall  glass  of  pink  moscato  in  her  left  …  though  it’s  EMPTY  ,  by  now  .  the  spring  festival  ?  it’s  supposed  to  be  fun  .  it’s  supposed  to  be  happy  .  but  for  someone  like  charity  ?  it’s  only  BORING  .  there’s  talks  of  unity  ,  and  of  banishing  tensions  between  vks  and  aks  .  and  perhaps  all  that  is  good  ,  it’s  just  …  charity  doesn’t  care  .  after  all  —  it  hardly  concerned  her  .  she’s  an  ak  .  she’s  royalty  .  so  ,  cue  dramatics  !  she  wants  to  have  some  fun  of  her  own  .   “   SIGH  .  if  i’m  going  to  get  through  this  ,  i  don’t  need  another  drink  .  i  need  another  bottle  .   ”

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.

    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.

nokingcharlie‌:

♛ — “I would have thought they would be talking about other stuff, like whatever is going with the VKs.” He replied back. “A drink doesn’t sound too bad. I’m sure those who are wanting to see what i’m up to would think I’m just back to my partying ways.” — ♛

“Because that topic is a total mood killer. Why talk about politics when you can talk about something safe like what’s up with a returning royal.” Salem knew there was plenty of gossip about him but standards were much different in Halloween Town. “Then come to my place. I have plenty of beer and other shit. If they don’t see you, they have nothing to talk about.”

lilxxterror‌:

“You should take me with you when you go back. I want to see the place where my dad and my other, i guess you can say, relatives are from.” She knew once the goal was completed here, she rather leave to Halloween Town then stay here or go back to the Isle.

“I can’t do that,” he spoke, still smiling. “Who’s your dad?” His own dad had told him to be careful of who he let into Halloween Town, it wasn’t exactly a safe place for humans. Most of the citizens themselves would do no harm to an outsider but being scared to death was quite a real possibility.

@wwbadlands // closed starter

      “wow -- hey, no i’m alright.” the cut on his hand said otherwise. shards from broken beer bottles and drunk idiots like salem did not mix well. “okay, okay. maybe not totally alright.” taking another look at his hand, he wondered if he would need to get it stitched again. he missed being a ghost, human bodies were so fragile but as drunk as he was, he felt no pain. the only thing that reminded him that he should be concerned was the look he was getting from the guy in front of him.

OFFICER!!

wickedissms‌:

Elva sighed and wrapped her arms around Salem, letting her anger fade and just taking a moment to remind him that the only reason she was mad because she cared about him. “You’re right,” She said quietly, “I didn’t give you a choice, I was so worried about hurting you that I didn’t even think there was a choice.” She pulled away but kept a hand on his arm. “I’m not forcing you to do anything, Salem, but if you really care about me, you’ll…I don’t know…get it together.” She smiled slightly, “Starting with us being friends again, okay?”

The hug was a surprise and a reminder just how touch starved he had been, he craved the touch of someone that actually cared. “I do care but --- I need something to help me.” Something to help keep away the insanity of being able to commune with the dead. His arms had come up to circle around her waist but they fell just as soon as she pulled away. “Okay but ---” It felt like he was making excuses for everything these days. “Is that really okay? Even if I do fix my shit, it’s not going to happen overnight.”

“I’m still dead, I can’t stay like this forever, I don’t think so anyways.” He shrugged, very unconcerned about his state of life or afterlife. “It’s more like I’m possessing a body made especially for me.” The wonders of magic. While he would have been perfectly happy to inhabit Auradon in his ghost form, an agreement had been reached that it was better if he was not in such a disfigured form.

@graveghcst

“So, explain to me again how one just goes about un-dying. As far as any of the spirits back at the mansion are aware, death is a fairly permanent state of being.” It was a concept she simply couldn’t seem to wrap her head around. “I, for one, know that there are several happy haunts who would much rather maintain their lack of life.”