i left my brain at home today ◊ @conventionapart // @simplyechoes
❝ That’s —— ❞ There’s a pause, then. What were you meant to do when a demon decided to make jokes about your death ( aside from contemplating your own mortality )?
❝ That’s not very nice of you. ❞ Her tone is scolding, hands firmly on her hips as if she were disciplining a young child, a glimmer of hurt slipping through as if to insist on the fact these types of remarks hurt people. She wants to stand her ground then, desperately. However, despite her best efforts, she cannot help but feel her tone and demeanour sound fake and weak and practiced and wavering. She had never gotten to be anything close to a mother or authority figure, and her only scale of comparison was her own ( and Vanessa never sounded fake or weak or practiced, and she had definitely NEVER wavered, so clearly Delia was failing at this. Not that anyone would be surprised ).
It did not help that Beetlejuice was not wrong. Meanspirited, definitely, but not wrong. Delia figured that a lot of people would laugh when she eventually passed away, his only another name to add to a long list. A joke in life and a joke in death. Mind flashes back to her name, printed on a game-show stand, and the knot and weakness and wavering in her throat gets worse.
( Don’t let him win. )
She needs to hold her ground. ❝ Apologize. You MIGHT laugh, but you cannot be sure of anything until it happens. ❞
