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[9-1] [Beetlejuice] Irresistible
Title: Irresistible
Day/Theme: 1. All the gates of love you won’t walk through
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
He had never tolerated boundaries, limits, restrictions, or rules. There were few that could hold him. So why was he holding back now?
The child did hold absolute power over him, the power of his name, the power of three, and possibly a third unknown thing he refused to give name too or look too hard at. If he did, it would look back at him, and if he called it by name, he might never be able to banish it back. Just thinking about it sent phantom itches through him. He didn't dare scratch for what his fingers would find. He ignored it, even as he felt it wriggle like a maggot between his molars. He gave it plenty of room, letting it stay an unidentified sensation. It didn't bear closer inspection.
For the first time in his long existence, he was digging in his heels. He wasn't afraid. He just knew better. This was a trap. If he was careful enough, he could get a nibble of cheese without being caught. He could do it. But then the child called, nine sweet syllables, and it wasn't so much a trap as a black hole sucking him in. There had always been things he couldn't resist. He could claim it was the power of his name that compelled him through the veil. And he knew that even if he wasn't called, he would find a way back to her. He was willing to pretend he didn't have any choice but to go, if only to hide the fact that he didn't have a choice.
Day/Theme: 1. All the gates of love you won’t walk through
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
He had never tolerated boundaries, limits, restrictions, or rules. There were few that could hold him. So why was he holding back now?
The child did hold absolute power over him, the power of his name, the power of three, and possibly a third unknown thing he refused to give name too or look too hard at. If he did, it would look back at him, and if he called it by name, he might never be able to banish it back. Just thinking about it sent phantom itches through him. He didn't dare scratch for what his fingers would find. He ignored it, even as he felt it wriggle like a maggot between his molars. He gave it plenty of room, letting it stay an unidentified sensation. It didn't bear closer inspection.
For the first time in his long existence, he was digging in his heels. He wasn't afraid. He just knew better. This was a trap. If he was careful enough, he could get a nibble of cheese without being caught. He could do it. But then the child called, nine sweet syllables, and it wasn't so much a trap as a black hole sucking him in. There had always been things he couldn't resist. He could claim it was the power of his name that compelled him through the veil. And he knew that even if he wasn't called, he would find a way back to her. He was willing to pretend he didn't have any choice but to go, if only to hide the fact that he didn't have a choice.