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[Feb 11] [Beetlejuice] What Matters
Title: What Matters
Day/Theme: 11) How to laugh forever
Series: Beetlejuice
Characters/pairing: BJ, Lyds
Rating: PG
"You don’t care about anything do you?"
"Depends on what you mean by care." She sputtered, turning a little red under the makeup.
"What do you think I mean? Care about! Feel something for!"
He made a big show of scratching his head, dislodging some weevils and stirring up a cloud of dander and gravedust.
"Something that you will miss when it’s gone," she said through gritted teeth. He raised an eyebrow at her. He had really managed to push her buttons today. She was shaking, jaw locked and fists clenched. He couldn’t help but chuckle, which didn’t help.
“Nothing ends, princess,” he said, before she could burst into tears. “All these things you’re just sure will end the world as you know it? Not going to happen.“
“So,” she was trying, bless her little beating heart. “You don’t care because nothing matters.”
“You’re only half right,” he said, relenting a little. His sharp yellow eyes flicked over her and then focused on his disgusting fingernails.
“Which half? You really do care or something actually matters?”
He giggled again and she grabbed his tie which wiggled and hissed in her hand like a live snake but didn’t bite her.
“Everything matters,” he said, locking fiery eyes with her furious ones. “Take it from somebody who lost everything and found it again. Dead or alive, times are good, if you let them. It’s hard to care when you’ve got no cares."
Day/Theme: 11) How to laugh forever
Series: Beetlejuice
Characters/pairing: BJ, Lyds
Rating: PG
"You don’t care about anything do you?"
"Depends on what you mean by care." She sputtered, turning a little red under the makeup.
"What do you think I mean? Care about! Feel something for!"
He made a big show of scratching his head, dislodging some weevils and stirring up a cloud of dander and gravedust.
"Something that you will miss when it’s gone," she said through gritted teeth. He raised an eyebrow at her. He had really managed to push her buttons today. She was shaking, jaw locked and fists clenched. He couldn’t help but chuckle, which didn’t help.
“Nothing ends, princess,” he said, before she could burst into tears. “All these things you’re just sure will end the world as you know it? Not going to happen.“
“So,” she was trying, bless her little beating heart. “You don’t care because nothing matters.”
“You’re only half right,” he said, relenting a little. His sharp yellow eyes flicked over her and then focused on his disgusting fingernails.
“Which half? You really do care or something actually matters?”
He giggled again and she grabbed his tie which wiggled and hissed in her hand like a live snake but didn’t bite her.
“Everything matters,” he said, locking fiery eyes with her furious ones. “Take it from somebody who lost everything and found it again. Dead or alive, times are good, if you let them. It’s hard to care when you’ve got no cares."