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[May 4] [Beetlejuice] Getting Over It
Title: Getting Over It
Day/Theme: 4. This too shall pass.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ, Lydia
Rating: PG
“Is it as bad as all that?”
The gruff voice made her look up into a gargoyle’s face of white and moldy green, contorted into a hideous imitation of her own suffering expression. Despite the grimace, the balefire eyes were gleaming with amusement, and that was just salt in the wound. Lydia rolled away to face the opposite direction, jerking a pillow to her chest and curling around it.
“Go away. You can’t joke this better.” He cackled a bit and let his face contort back into his usual features. He floated over her head to peer at her upside down, grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t need to, babes.” He said it mildly, but then ruined it with another cackle. “It’s enough of a joke by itself.”
“It is not!” she flared, anger finally lending some color to her face. Her lips pursed to spew his name and he pinned them flat with one finger. Even through her anger, she noticed a smell somewhere between tarter sauce and old cigar ashes and pulled her lips even tighter for fear of getting a taste.
“Don’t take it so seriously,” he purred. “These are the problems that happen to every breather about your age every single time. The joke is that you all suffer through it the same way without even considering that you aren’t the most misunderstood, miserable living soul, that you’ve lived so long and seen so much of the world, that surely no one could ever have suffered as much in less than 20 years as you have.”
“Easy for you to say.” His scorn stung worse than her original woe, so she pulled away again into more of a sulk than a rage. “You don’t have to live at all.”
“Easy for you,” he said, quietly enough that she looked up in alarm. “To disregard life when you don’t know what it’s like to lose it.”
"Why are you being so serious?" she asked after a moment.
"Why are you being so serious?"
"Because-" And then she had to stop because she had been well and truly distracted away from her gloom. She glared at him again. "You did that on purpose."
"Get over it, kid," he said, grinning. "You're wasting good time."
Day/Theme: 4. This too shall pass.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ, Lydia
Rating: PG
“Is it as bad as all that?”
The gruff voice made her look up into a gargoyle’s face of white and moldy green, contorted into a hideous imitation of her own suffering expression. Despite the grimace, the balefire eyes were gleaming with amusement, and that was just salt in the wound. Lydia rolled away to face the opposite direction, jerking a pillow to her chest and curling around it.
“Go away. You can’t joke this better.” He cackled a bit and let his face contort back into his usual features. He floated over her head to peer at her upside down, grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t need to, babes.” He said it mildly, but then ruined it with another cackle. “It’s enough of a joke by itself.”
“It is not!” she flared, anger finally lending some color to her face. Her lips pursed to spew his name and he pinned them flat with one finger. Even through her anger, she noticed a smell somewhere between tarter sauce and old cigar ashes and pulled her lips even tighter for fear of getting a taste.
“Don’t take it so seriously,” he purred. “These are the problems that happen to every breather about your age every single time. The joke is that you all suffer through it the same way without even considering that you aren’t the most misunderstood, miserable living soul, that you’ve lived so long and seen so much of the world, that surely no one could ever have suffered as much in less than 20 years as you have.”
“Easy for you to say.” His scorn stung worse than her original woe, so she pulled away again into more of a sulk than a rage. “You don’t have to live at all.”
“Easy for you,” he said, quietly enough that she looked up in alarm. “To disregard life when you don’t know what it’s like to lose it.”
"Why are you being so serious?" she asked after a moment.
"Why are you being so serious?"
"Because-" And then she had to stop because she had been well and truly distracted away from her gloom. She glared at him again. "You did that on purpose."
"Get over it, kid," he said, grinning. "You're wasting good time."