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Sept 9: Beetlejuice. 'For Now'
Title: For Now
Day/Theme: September 09: You’re the model of a charmless man
Series:Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Lydia/BJ
Rating: PG
She had made the little doll by hand. She had bleached a layer of the poppy-red wedding dress to a shock white to make the body. It was stuffed with ashes and grave dirt. It had taken her forever to make the little striped suit. The hair was shredded embroidery floss, pale and wild as corn silk.
The eyes were glass beads she had made in one of her art classes. Getting the exact manic gleam of green and yellow had been an obsession, but finally, she had done it. She had two little spots of molten glass wickedness gleaming from the face. Then, she had taken her own eyeliner pencils to draw black circles around them. After that, the doll had waited a few more days under her pillow to be finally finished when she drew on a toothy smirk.
Now complete, the doll was relocated to the top of the pillow. She lay on her stomach, chin on her hands, and feet in the air, looking at her little creation. Its smell of ash and cemetery had faded as she had handled it, so she swung an arm to grab it roughly and bring it close to her face. Now she could smell it.
Lydia had no idea why she had made the little doll. He had been awful. Everything about him had been repellent. She had been so glad to see him gone, but afterwards had been unable to rest until she had some form of him back. His own form, made too small and powerless to hurt or frighten her. It wasn't quite enough, but it would do for now.
Day/Theme: September 09: You’re the model of a charmless man
Series:Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Lydia/BJ
Rating: PG
She had made the little doll by hand. She had bleached a layer of the poppy-red wedding dress to a shock white to make the body. It was stuffed with ashes and grave dirt. It had taken her forever to make the little striped suit. The hair was shredded embroidery floss, pale and wild as corn silk.
The eyes were glass beads she had made in one of her art classes. Getting the exact manic gleam of green and yellow had been an obsession, but finally, she had done it. She had two little spots of molten glass wickedness gleaming from the face. Then, she had taken her own eyeliner pencils to draw black circles around them. After that, the doll had waited a few more days under her pillow to be finally finished when she drew on a toothy smirk.
Now complete, the doll was relocated to the top of the pillow. She lay on her stomach, chin on her hands, and feet in the air, looking at her little creation. Its smell of ash and cemetery had faded as she had handled it, so she swung an arm to grab it roughly and bring it close to her face. Now she could smell it.
Lydia had no idea why she had made the little doll. He had been awful. Everything about him had been repellent. She had been so glad to see him gone, but afterwards had been unable to rest until she had some form of him back. His own form, made too small and powerless to hurt or frighten her. It wasn't quite enough, but it would do for now.