𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼 & 𝕌ℕ𝕌𝕊𝕌𝔸𝕃

his  hands  twitch  against  the  fabric  of  his  new  backpack.  this  place-  well  it  wasn’t  good.  he  knew  that  he  had  really  fucked  up,  gotten  himself  involved  in  some  dangerous  shit  now.  he  looked  around,  a  feeling  of  dread  rolling  about  like  bile  in  the  bottom  of  his  stomach.  sage  just  knew  that  one  day  his  ‘go-with-the-flow’  attitude  would  land  him  in  trouble… but  now?  on  his  way  home  to  his  husband?  it  was  cruel.  fate  was  cruel. he  looked  up  at  the  ‘moon  motel’  and  hoped  that  whatever  he’d  stumbled  upon  wasn’t  as  bad  as  his  intuition  was  screaming  at  him  it  about.  he  sighed,  looking  down  at  his  map  to  make  sure  he  had  the  right  place. “  i’ll  get  home,  marv.  ”  he  whispered.  “  so  you  ought  to  not  worry.  ”

                   HE WAS KIND OF AMUSED BY HER she seemed not exactly sensitive to the aspect of death and not exactly a prude towards the idea of sex or the fact that they were trapped in a shit town. he tilted his head back towards the side, “Not really something that happens all that often to me but I’ll keep that in mind.” he offered. It was usually a bed and yes it was usually all coming off anyway. 

“Well… don’t tell anyone I told you this– ESPECIALLY everyone back in Moralton– but you can make religion one of your things without ever going to church!  You can pray in the safety and privacy of your own home!”

“It’s not that I’m not into the whole big titty goth girl vibe,” he motions toward her, emphasizing his point as his hands gesture at her body. “It’s more that I have no fucking idea who you are. You could kill me. Right now. How am I supposed to trust someone who showed up outta fuckin’ no where, right?”

@isaboutdeath .

“Do you… stare uncomfortably until the other person has to/wants to leave the room?”

          He cradles her head in one grimey hand, digits slipping upward like greedy snakes getting cozy in their nest. A deep inhale draws her scent upwards, wafting through nostrils that haven’t smelt anything so sweet in the better part of two weeks. Beetle holds her there, for a moment or two until finally he finds the draw within himself to pull away slightly, still gripping the girl by both shoulders. “Oh baby - what are ya doin’ here?! Don’t tell me they lured y’in with that bullshit letter!” Lydia was smart; far more clever than the beetle man — there was no way she would have been gullible enough to take a random trip offered to her by some anonymous sweepstakes.

       Dark eyes are quick to drink her in, appreciate the girl for all that she was; beautiful and dark — like some kind of glorious crypt keeper; truly Lydia was Beetle’s everything, even if she didn’t feel the same way about him.

                “ GUESS I MIGHT HAVE TO INVEST IN AXE. “ he offered although he probably wouldn’t. he preferred old spice anyway. it was simple, been around forever, body wash, shampoo, all of it came in it that. he cleared his throat and then looked up towards her. “ clothing matters in regards to sex? “ he asked narrowing his gaze. 

                          “ THAT MUST BE IT. definitely isn’t…. the later. “ he assured as he narrowed his gaze towards lydia before he shook his head. “ i’ll be honest most men don’t really have that problem in any sent related products. it’s just… a general musky nature. “ 

Living was a stretch but she knew what Lydia meant. “I’m currently holed up in a hotel for the moment. Not sure if I’ll stay there because I’m pretty sure the floor is going to give out at any moment,” she sighed flicking her hair over her shoulders as she followed the other. Victoria didn’t like anything about this misery pit of a town. “How are the houses? Better? Worse? Same?”

                 “ THIS IS A HOOT “ he grunted as he threw a rapper aside and popped something, a candy from his bag, into his mouth before he leaned back. he was being slightly sarcastic but did that really matter? 

@isaboutdeath 

     He’s been making himself at home, of course — because Beetlejuice has an innate ability to make himself feel comfortable anywhere. For the moment he enjoy’s a cigarette on the dilapidated front stoop of a rundown house, his fractured mind already running down ideas for the day; ways in which to entertain himself. Maybe he’ll find Chuck — or Sam, see if they are up to anything interesting.

      But it’s as the nightmare clown considers these options that his dark hues spot someone familiar; someone near and dear to his heart — if there even is such a thing. “LYDIA!” He calls, lurching to his feet while at the same time flicking the cigarette to the ground with wild abandon. “Lydia - babe it’s so good to see you.” He grins, wrapping both arms greedily around her frame, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Lydia had been attempting to find the edge of town.  The toxic green backpack on her shoulders and a rusty pipe in hand as she walked through the demon’s territory.  Keeping her head down and her face out of the sun with her large brimmed hat she was just focused on walking, her black converse high tops clicking against the street as she tried to focus on finding the key to this fucking game.

“That’s the nicest thing someone I don’t know has ever said about me!”  Dot opens her arms for a hug, “Bring it in!”

“Religion’s no one’s bag, silly, because it can’t fit in one!  It’s HUGE!”  There’s.. there’s a lot Orel doesn’t understand.

“A gag flower… that… spits… acid!”  Dot put the flower in her hair just like she did back home and GRINNED.  “I’m in danger!’