THE WHOLE BEING DEAD THING !

because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not. 

AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:  

“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ”

“  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“  i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose.  ”

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ”  

 “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  

“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ”  

“  hey you want me to kill that guy for you?  ”

“  i just need to get this shit done.  and i trust you to help me do that.  ”  

“  you’re hot.  and i’m bored.  ”  

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ”

“  i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing.  or a light beating.  will that cheer you up?  ”

“  i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit.  so you in?  ”

“  yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing.  give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two.  ”

“  i banged it out and now i feel great.  next question.  ”

“  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS: 

“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

“  how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” 

“  you should’ve seen the look on their face.  it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great.  ” 

“  i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going.  ”

“  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ”

“  if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ”

“  you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now.  ”

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ”

“  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”   

“  hey i got something for you look!  ”   *holds up middle finger* 

U MIGHT GET PUNCHED: 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”

“  you can’t solve every problem with your fists.  ”  

“  i’m not here to talk about me.  what the hell is going on with you?  ”

“  you think i don’t notice but i do.  i can tell something’s wrong.  ”   

“  i can see beneath your smile.  ”

“  why won’t you just tell me the truth?  ”

“  what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

yet she remains here with him.

there's a momentary fright, not expecting the quick pull, and a gasp escapes as she feels his lips against her own. the stark contrast between them, of life and death, is not missed as she leans in. maybe things hadn't gone appropriately, but neither had annulled the marriage. why? she had no answer. she could never put words to reply and beej had certainly avoided answering whenever she asked. but there's something about his hand against her throat, some deep darkness within her that delights in this possessive nature from this specific ghostly being. perhaps tomorrow she will hate herself for actions, but today she finds pure delight.

Regina arched a perfectly shaped brow. " Oh wouldn't you just love for me to ask you to fuck." She said, hopping up off her bed and going straight to her closet to change into her night clothes. Was she changing in front of him? Of course she was. She had nothing to hide and she liked to show off. " Maybe I should of spoke better. I was offering for you to spend the night in my room." She kicked him out a lot of the nights but tonight she didn't want to be alone.

She put on a tiny pair of shorts and matching cami. " You know though..." She started as she sat on her vanity chair to check her reflection. " Maybe we should fuck. You might finally get your name out of me." A wicked grin pulled on her lips as she watched him in the mirror. " Hold that thought." She picked up her vibrating phone. " Hey Gretch. Nah just hanging out. Might slip into bed a little early." She was having too much fun but a part of her was also interested.

the response conjures up a laugh out of him. all in good fun, all in jest. their back-and-forths are like this, punchy and bright with the lightest touch of mean. it's spirited, what he's come to expect from her. but things can change. humans are fickle, odd creatures. almost a millennia with them and that hasn't changed. where regina would usually shoo him away to go sulk in a corner until morning, here he still sat, on the little plush bench at the end of her bed with his boots on and his legs crossed up over each other. being told he could stay. he let her guide the conversation, let her work things out on her own from her spot at the vanity. she was smart, but she was also still young, by living standards. he could try and persuade her one way or the other, but that felt like cheating. not that he wasn't above cheating, but this curse of his surely wasn't.

SHE WATCHES HIM MOVE FORWARD , coming closer to her . her smile remained , soft and sincere . still , bones brushed along the ivory keys . her gaze softens as he speaks , loving how carefree he always was . eyes lifted to the ceiling , imagining the living world far above --- or was it around ? it was like they were in a sort of little pocket in the world ; so vast yet so small .

❝ i must say that i am a bit envious , beetlejuice . . . ❞ again she spoke his name , unafraid of saying it as many were . she quite liked the name . it was as unique as he was . so lively and unabashedly himself . ❝ able to see how the world is . . . up there . there are times where i try to remember what the moons looks like and the image escapes me . ❞

smile faltered when that man is mentioned . shoulders slump and if she had working lungs she'd give a great sigh . ❝ he has ways of seeking me out though i have requested that he not . i do not wish to see him . . . he's so cruel . . . ❞ as in life --- him dying did nothing to change that . she was still angry and yet . . . he was dead . technically she was avenged , but now she was still stuck having to see him and hat sneer upon his face .

his name is a kindness, one many don't think he deserves. there is a curse on him for just that reason. but her confidence in saying it hurts in a wonderful way, in a way he can only imagine philia feels like. to have a friend that looks past all the dirt and outlandishness, and finds a soul. ❝ i'll have to bring you up sometime ! ❞ bj offers, the novelty of upstairs not lost on him, and certainly the novelty of being able to show others. ❝ make a real day out of it. cause some shenanigans. my treat. ❞ running amok among the living was fun, sure, but he'd never gotten to do it with someone else. what a treat it would be.

When his voice called out to her from where he sat on the banister, like gravity, she was pulled to him, curious as to what he had to let her in on. A SECRET. She liked those; something so fragile to hold in carefully in her hands and never let another soul in on. A secret was something she was good at keeping. Soundless feet stepped closer to the odd yet interesting ghost, an eagerness about her. The light didn't die from her eyes when he couldn't speak to whether or not heaven and hell existed at all.

Instead, her bright brown orbs remained wide and full of HOPE, something she hadn't quite felt in a very long time. If there was more out there than this house, she wanted to find it. She wanted to see beyond the cracked and foggy windows. She wanted to see more than shadows looming down the hallway, lost souls too afraid to cross one another no matter how many were consumed here now. They would never come here again, but she wanted her siblings to live with peace of mind knowing she was anywhere but here anymore.

❝ The Netherworld, ❞ she repeated back out loud with this smile across her face; the same one she used to have when she saw her Christmas presents underneath the tree in the morning after a night of sleep too restless with excitement. ❝ It sounds magical, like a fairytale, ❞ she mused out loud. Nell loved fairytales, being swept up in stories of wild imaginations and fantasies that made her giddy with happiness you couldn't find anywhere else.

it's a little like talking to a child, but not necessarily in a bad way. big bambi eyes and lucid, slightly-awkward movements, like she's not used to her body, still figuring out what to do with it. either she hasn't been a ghost for long, or she's been a ghost for so long that she couldn't remember how human her body was. neither here nor there. he always did like kids more than adults, anyways. she holds such reverence in her words, for him, and it's a different kind of ego boost. no one really hung on his words like this, cared for his presence quite like she seems to be. her smile is wonderstruck, sparkling bokeh like the lights outside of the dirty manor windows. ❝ it's comfortable, ❞ he assures her easily. ❝ you take a number, and you hang out with other spirits waiting to cross over, and it's always busy, so you might be there a while. but you make friends. you especially will make friends. ❞ with a little wave to her, he feels like he's really selling it. the waiting room, the bureaucracy, the paperwork, it's always been the most boring part, in his opinion. but maybe boring is better than nothing.

Oh, what a terrible feeling for a vampire to have!

Can't kill what's already dead, kiddo. Those words made her nose scrunch in disgust. Oh great, he's somehow immortal or a ghost. It was no fun to give out threats to someone that was already dead. She would stay quiet, unsure what to say - thin brows knitted together upon seeing how he lounged on that couch. Who the hell sits on a couch like that?! She if she could, she would grab him by the collar of his shirt, and ---

he's been compared to many things, in his millennia between here and there. a mutt dog, a feral cat, a rabies-ridden bat, a roadkill raccoon - the jabs never seem to end. and they get more creative as time goes on. she wants to call him something, he can see it in her eyes, on the tip of her tongue. he grins expectantly, encouragingly, even. the better the insult, the more he is to like them. but the reaction swings the other way. it earns a laugh out of him nonetheless. ❝ pretty sure nuns are supposed to be over eighteen. ❞ hands entwine, lay across his stomach as he converses with her. ❝ and i'm sorry to say, you don't look a day over twelve. ❞ the grin turns eerily improper. ❝ y'know, some women, they'd kill for those baby cheeks... ❞ a waggle of brows. like he's seen it happen before.

"You'll have to blend in with them...play their twisted little game, at least for a while." She knew he’d never do what she wanted if she asked outright, so she leaned into her best reverse psychology. "You know, dress up in their stuffy little costumes. Be boring and respectable. Just for dinner. A few hours. That’s not too hard for someone who says he wants to marry me, right?"

he wants to object to the idea of fitting in. he can play a part, pretend with the best of them, but it's not his usual routine. the idea of being stuffy, boring, and pretentious simply doesn't fit well on him. his nose scrunches at the thought. but he knows, deep down, he doesn't have much of a choice. it's either agree to it - the handshake as binding a contract as any, on this side of the afterlife - or risk having to sit in this attic for only god knows how long. ❝ yeah. ❞ it is a firm, uncompromising sound. ❝ yeah, totally. course. ❞ hyping himself up. ❝ no sweat. ❞ his hands come up, arms come out, convincing himself. ❝ what's a little white lie or two between future in-laws ? ❞ the grin comes, half-real now. ❝ makes it all the more fun when the other shoe drops. ❞ it's chaos, in a way, and he'll take what he can get.

"You... shouldn't be here?" She repeats, wondering if he was some kind of infiltrator... Was he a villain? Was he... trying to harm someone? Or was he as lost as she had initially been? He speaks of fire and that's when she notices the particular, but vague smell... Was he alright? From worry as to herself, she jumped to worry about him.

"I– uh..." What was she doing before he arrived? "I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe walking around might help... or reading a book, but..." She had opted for this option and now, she was here with that strange man. It wasn't like she was complaining, there was something about him that was somewhat compelling. That, or maybe she was just that gullible, or both. Regardless, she raises over part of her dress from the hubris of the ground to walk over to him, stopping just a little closer, raising her head to eye him. She looks from one side and to the other, like a discreet pendulum.

the way she moves is graceful, ethereal, even from afar. she fits into the whole aesthetic and feeling of this little chapel just right, hard to ignore in gossamer white and little satin slippers. the perfect juxtaposition to him, in his grave-addled suit and mess of curls. honesty was never his strong suit, but a vague thought crosses his mind, that if he did lie here, he might actually spontaneously combust. ❝ churches and i don't really mix. as you could probably tell. ❞ he swats at the arms of his jacket, trying to go for casual and unbothered as he pretends to dust himself off, even though the longer he stands there, the more agitated he becomes. ❝ i can't imagine i'm actually tethered to this place. or you. ❞ a beat. a realization. ❝ no offense. ❞ and he actually means it.

and cue the roll of her eyes. of course, he'd turn her comment into something pervy. wasn't that just inline of who he showed to the world?

"screaming huh?" a glance is thrown to the bookshelf where her own naughty collection lived. she'd wrote a bit here and there about ghostly prowess, but that was neither here nor there right now. "you think you're just that good?"

was she flirting or was she challenging him?

she is in front of him, pressing in on his personal space, intermingling hers, touch against jacket and chest featherlight. it's a show of defiance, an attempt to feel powerful in the situation - maybe. taking back the narrative. he can appreciate it, for what it is. his comment breaks the tension, just as he'd hoped. a roll of her dark, defiant eyes, unimpressed, but he knows there's a certain endeared sort of feeling there. it hangs in her tone, every word dripping with a familiar sort of disinterest, one that doesn't quite mask the challenge in the question.

HAND HOVERED OVER LIPS AS SHE GAVE A CHUCKLE . he was always so funny , making her smile in her most melancholic states . he always managed to appear when she was saddened by moments of the past . though she was content in her afterlife there were times she'd run into . . . that man . . . the one who ended her life in her mother's beautiful wedding dress . he was still around , unable to pass on due to --- well --- due to his personality and ego really .

❝ oh , but of course . my apologies beetlejuice . ❞ it always slipped off her tongue --- whether calling him mister or sir . old habits of etiquette drilled into every fiber of her being . she didn't have to be that way around him .

she smiled at him with her primrose lips whilst fleshy digits slid over the silent keys . not playing , but rather simply feelings the smoothness of them . ❝ i've been well . ❞ comes her answer , though her eyes could not meet his now . in truth , she has felt a bit lonely --- watching souls pass through . some stay longer than others but she finds it hard . she gets attached so easily . it's hard to make a friend then watch them move on when she finds herself unable ( or perhaps unwilling ) to do the same .

hearing his name is a thrill, every time, regardless of who says it. both his curse and his ego at work. but he'll never get tired of emily's formalities, her specific brand of kindness. she says his name and it feels like an offering more than a sacrifice. he beams in a way that feels unfamiliar, less manic and more appreciative. as she updates him, however casually, however vaguely, bj strides in, leans onto the upright piano from the other side, looking over it to the bride. he isn't too keen on emotions as a whole that don't benefit him, but he can clock when someone is feeling down. she will share if she is ready. he doesn't find pushing, in this case, to be beneficial, for her, for him, or for the bit.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜

❛ you? kill me? that's funny. ❜

❛ for being someone you hate, i'm sure on your mind a lot. ❜

❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ do us both a favor. stay away from me. ❜

❛ you really are an asshole, you know that? ❜

❛ i'm the asshole? what does that make you then? ❜

❛ sometimes i think you must hate me. ❜

❛ i thought you said you never wanted to see me again. ❜

❛ if you want me to go, then you have to tell me to leave. ❜

❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜

❛ well, someone needs to shut the fuck up. ❜

❛ just stay out of my way. ❜

❛ of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you. ❜

❛ what is it you want this time? ❜

❛ sometimes i wonder if you're in love with me. ❜

❛ do you honestly think this is easy for me? ❜

❛ why would i ever want to be friends with you? ❜

❛ can we please just talk? ❜

❛ there is nothing for us to talk about. ❜

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

❛ touch me, and you're dead. ❜

❛ oh, so now you care? ❜

❛ there is something deeply wrong with you. ❜

❛ i know i'm the last person you probably want to see, but... ❜

❛ you don't think we could be friends, do you? ❜

❛ i'm tired of fighting against you. ❜

❛ don't pretend you give a shit about me. ❜

❛ you're an idiot, but... i trust you. ❜

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

❛ wait, did you just say that i'm cute? ❜

❛ we're not good for each other. ❜

❛ if i say yes, will you shut up? ❜

❛ don't you have to be stupid somewhere else? ❜

❛ maybe we should kiss just to break the tension. ❜

❛ i'm sorry i can't turn off my feelings as easily as you. ❜

❛ maybe there's a universe out there where we're friends. ❜

❛ how can you be so smart yet so dumb at the same time? ❜

❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

❛ if you die, i'll kill you. ❜

❛ is that a challenge? ❜

❛ ah, so you're not heartless after all. ❜

❛ i don't think i've ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ you never cared about me, so why now? ❜

❛ why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? ❜

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜