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[October 1] [Beetlejuice] Burn
Title: Burn
Day/Theme: 1. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Beetlejuice/Lydia
Rating: PG
It wasn’t that he couldn’t be responsible. It’s just that he tended to wrap it so tightly in pranks and disgust that it never occurred to anyone on the receiving end that they had been done a favor. He knew the kid was as gloomy and cynical as only someone who had never really suffered could be. She thought her mortal woes were so terrible instead of the fleeting little instances they really were. He had seen her mind turn to other options a few times. That was how they had met after all.
“I want out,” he remembered telling her, all carefully reined in desperation, because this had to work, it had to, please little girl just open the door before this had to get any uglier. And she, in all her disproportionate, imagined misery had said, “I want in.” And he had recoiled like he had been hit with the stupid hammer. What?
“Why?” he asked, all cons and mechanations vanishing in that moment of incomprehension. To have life and not want it? After he had clawed his way closer to it for hundreds of mortal years and countless eternities on the other side, anything for the warmth and the light and the freedom of being alive again? He was almost angry, almost ready to scream that she deserved what she asked for if she was that stupid. But she didn’t know. Had no idea. And even in his near-outrage, he didn’t wish it on her.
He knew what he was missing. He had lived his life like a pack of wolves, struck by lightning and leaving trails of fire as he ran howling through the night. The less said about his death the better, but it hadn’t changed him that much. Once he got through the Veil, he had no intention of wasting another second. He would just have to show the little shrimp. When this was over. After he had his fun. He would let her see, give her just a peek of what eternity on the Other Side really meant if you were alone.
She would probably hate him for it. But maybe she would learn. And jumpstart the existence she had let stagnate when she should’ve been burning.
Day/Theme: 1. One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Beetlejuice/Lydia
Rating: PG
It wasn’t that he couldn’t be responsible. It’s just that he tended to wrap it so tightly in pranks and disgust that it never occurred to anyone on the receiving end that they had been done a favor. He knew the kid was as gloomy and cynical as only someone who had never really suffered could be. She thought her mortal woes were so terrible instead of the fleeting little instances they really were. He had seen her mind turn to other options a few times. That was how they had met after all.
“I want out,” he remembered telling her, all carefully reined in desperation, because this had to work, it had to, please little girl just open the door before this had to get any uglier. And she, in all her disproportionate, imagined misery had said, “I want in.” And he had recoiled like he had been hit with the stupid hammer. What?
“Why?” he asked, all cons and mechanations vanishing in that moment of incomprehension. To have life and not want it? After he had clawed his way closer to it for hundreds of mortal years and countless eternities on the other side, anything for the warmth and the light and the freedom of being alive again? He was almost angry, almost ready to scream that she deserved what she asked for if she was that stupid. But she didn’t know. Had no idea. And even in his near-outrage, he didn’t wish it on her.
He knew what he was missing. He had lived his life like a pack of wolves, struck by lightning and leaving trails of fire as he ran howling through the night. The less said about his death the better, but it hadn’t changed him that much. Once he got through the Veil, he had no intention of wasting another second. He would just have to show the little shrimp. When this was over. After he had his fun. He would let her see, give her just a peek of what eternity on the Other Side really meant if you were alone.
She would probably hate him for it. But maybe she would learn. And jumpstart the existence she had let stagnate when she should’ve been burning.