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[June 26] [Beetlejuice] By Invitation Only
Title: By Invitation Only
Day/Theme: June 26 - the past is another land
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
“Are you ever going to tell me?”
“What?”
“I ask you all the time what your life was like when you were alive and you always change the subject.” She crossed her arms to give him a half-glare. “Was it that bad that you can’t even talk about it?”
“It was another time, another place, know what I mean?” He cracked his knuckles and scratched enthusiastically under one arm.
“Maybe I would if you’d tell me,” she grouched. “I only know the bits and pieces you tell me when you’re bragging about something and let some personal details slip in.”
“Is there a particular personal detail you’d like slipped in?” he purred suddenly, ducking down to stare into her eyes. His expression twisted into a leer, but she just narrowed her eyes at him.
“Right on cue. Change of subject,” she said. She poked a finger at his nose and he squinted at it. “I just want to know WHY you won’t tell me.”
“Maybe it’s none of your business,” his voice had dropped to a gravelly grumble.
“You’d rather I took no interest in you at all?” Her voice stayed light and casual. “Gave all my attention to other pursuits?” Something in the gentle emphasis on ‘pursuit’ gave him pause. She hadn’t pulled away from his leer. If anything, she had leaned in closer. Very carefully, he set her down at arms length again.
“It was long ago and far away,” he said, suddenly veering off into nonchalance. He made airy gestures with his hands.
“Will you ever let me go there?” she asked, mournful enough to ruin his false mood. He looked at her in what could’ve passed for exasperation if there wasn‘t a thick layer if seriousness under it..
“You may be the only one I would ever invite,” he finally sighed, giving in. “But it’s a mess over there. Haven’t cleaned since the first potato famine. Gotta straighten things up before anyone that matters sees it.”
He hoped that would flatter her enough to do the trick. She did seem to soften a bit, but then she leaned forward again.
“What if I didn’t care about the mess?”
“You’d still need a passport,” he said thoughtfully and ducked as she threw a book at him.
Day/Theme: June 26 - the past is another land
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
“Are you ever going to tell me?”
“What?”
“I ask you all the time what your life was like when you were alive and you always change the subject.” She crossed her arms to give him a half-glare. “Was it that bad that you can’t even talk about it?”
“It was another time, another place, know what I mean?” He cracked his knuckles and scratched enthusiastically under one arm.
“Maybe I would if you’d tell me,” she grouched. “I only know the bits and pieces you tell me when you’re bragging about something and let some personal details slip in.”
“Is there a particular personal detail you’d like slipped in?” he purred suddenly, ducking down to stare into her eyes. His expression twisted into a leer, but she just narrowed her eyes at him.
“Right on cue. Change of subject,” she said. She poked a finger at his nose and he squinted at it. “I just want to know WHY you won’t tell me.”
“Maybe it’s none of your business,” his voice had dropped to a gravelly grumble.
“You’d rather I took no interest in you at all?” Her voice stayed light and casual. “Gave all my attention to other pursuits?” Something in the gentle emphasis on ‘pursuit’ gave him pause. She hadn’t pulled away from his leer. If anything, she had leaned in closer. Very carefully, he set her down at arms length again.
“It was long ago and far away,” he said, suddenly veering off into nonchalance. He made airy gestures with his hands.
“Will you ever let me go there?” she asked, mournful enough to ruin his false mood. He looked at her in what could’ve passed for exasperation if there wasn‘t a thick layer if seriousness under it..
“You may be the only one I would ever invite,” he finally sighed, giving in. “But it’s a mess over there. Haven’t cleaned since the first potato famine. Gotta straighten things up before anyone that matters sees it.”
He hoped that would flatter her enough to do the trick. She did seem to soften a bit, but then she leaned forward again.
“What if I didn’t care about the mess?”
“You’d still need a passport,” he said thoughtfully and ducked as she threw a book at him.