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[Oct 8] [Beetlejuice] No Longer Enough
Title: No Longer Enough
Day/Theme: 8. Turn off your favourite song
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
The song was an old one, about lovers parted in death. He returned as a specter on the anniversary of his death to keep other suitors away. True to me always, the chorus sobbed. My one, your only. Forever, yet no. Then he faded away with the morning light and she pined.
It had been Lydia's favorite when she was twelve and the boys she knew had been such creeps. The thought of a phantom lover who couldn't touch but only whisper endearments and vows of faithfulness had been appealing.
Now that she really did have an admirer from beyond the grave, it hit a little too close to a nerve. It wasn't enough to have eternal devotion moaned on the night breeze. Luckily, her ghost was very tangible. His hands could grasp and his mouth could kiss, which was more than the lamenting ghost beau in the song could claim. That much she could have, and it was as frightening as it wasn't enough.
Day/Theme: 8. Turn off your favourite song
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
The song was an old one, about lovers parted in death. He returned as a specter on the anniversary of his death to keep other suitors away. True to me always, the chorus sobbed. My one, your only. Forever, yet no. Then he faded away with the morning light and she pined.
It had been Lydia's favorite when she was twelve and the boys she knew had been such creeps. The thought of a phantom lover who couldn't touch but only whisper endearments and vows of faithfulness had been appealing.
Now that she really did have an admirer from beyond the grave, it hit a little too close to a nerve. It wasn't enough to have eternal devotion moaned on the night breeze. Luckily, her ghost was very tangible. His hands could grasp and his mouth could kiss, which was more than the lamenting ghost beau in the song could claim. That much she could have, and it was as frightening as it wasn't enough.