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[October 13] [Beetlejuice] Kids Today
Title: Kids Today
Day/Theme: 13. typhoon generation
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: G
Every generation got a little stranger. That much was fine with him. You didn’t exist for over 600 years without being able to adapt with the times. The trouble with all these strange children was, they were still people, and those he didn’t have a lot of patience for.
They were stupid, and selfish, and full of themselves, and had no right to be. The stupid he didn’t mind so much. It made them easier to ‘bargain’ with. The selfish was only annoying when it interfered with his own. It was the baseless arrogance that galled him. They went through the world as if just by being born they had fulfilled every expectation anyone might have of them.
They couldn’t see anything but their own lives, and when those lives were over, they were usually a sniveling, pathetic lot, drifting and moaning about how unfair it was that the world didn’t end when they did.
Then this one came along, with an eye for the dark, and a taste for the unusual. She was every bit as strange as all her generation, but in a different direction. She had the same trouble with her fellow living that he did, but she was on the receiving end. He offered to help her with that more than once. He could tell she was tempted, but so far was dealing with them on her own.
“You’re something else, you know that?” he asked, after a long while of watching her photograph an empty cocoon in the attic window with the sun setting behind a tree in the background.
“I do know that,” she said, smiling without taking the camera away from her face. “I hear it all the time. You’re just the only one who means it as a compliment.”
Day/Theme: 13. typhoon generation
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: G
Every generation got a little stranger. That much was fine with him. You didn’t exist for over 600 years without being able to adapt with the times. The trouble with all these strange children was, they were still people, and those he didn’t have a lot of patience for.
They were stupid, and selfish, and full of themselves, and had no right to be. The stupid he didn’t mind so much. It made them easier to ‘bargain’ with. The selfish was only annoying when it interfered with his own. It was the baseless arrogance that galled him. They went through the world as if just by being born they had fulfilled every expectation anyone might have of them.
They couldn’t see anything but their own lives, and when those lives were over, they were usually a sniveling, pathetic lot, drifting and moaning about how unfair it was that the world didn’t end when they did.
Then this one came along, with an eye for the dark, and a taste for the unusual. She was every bit as strange as all her generation, but in a different direction. She had the same trouble with her fellow living that he did, but she was on the receiving end. He offered to help her with that more than once. He could tell she was tempted, but so far was dealing with them on her own.
“You’re something else, you know that?” he asked, after a long while of watching her photograph an empty cocoon in the attic window with the sun setting behind a tree in the background.
“I do know that,” she said, smiling without taking the camera away from her face. “I hear it all the time. You’re just the only one who means it as a compliment.”
