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[Feb 6] [Beetlejuice] Two Shadows
Title: Two Shadows
Day/Theme: 6. Every neighbourhood should have a great lady.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
Lydia had a reputation. A century ago, she would’ve been feared and hated for it. In even older times, she would’ve been revered. As it was, she was just considered a little weird and witchy. If she had been an adult, she could’ve worn her black and her lace and her too-knowing smile and gone where she wanted with the smell of candle smoke, violets, and developer fluid. The cats would still love her, the young boys would still be afraid, and the older ones would still struggle for the right thing to say. She could’ve lived alone in the strange house on the hill, the one where the last couple had died. She would still go and come from her own brand of errands, the mysterious lady who answered to no one.
For now, she was still a girl, and unable to get away with that just yet. She had the black and the lace, the smile and the scent, she still wandered where she liked and found beauty in places no one else could bear to look. No one had anything definite they could hold against her. She was never definitely rude. She just didn’t budge for anyone. She had a way of looking at people who confronted her as if they were the very least of the things she had seen. She couldn’t be bullied or insulted, because she laughed it off. She honestly couldn’t be bothered by any of them and they didn’t like it. They would have rather she be sad or angry. They would’ve understood that.
The little boys at the corner caught a snake and threw it at her, but they were the ones that screamed when she spoke softly to it and let it wrap around her arm. When they retold the story, they told how the girl in black stroked the snake and how it twined around her like it loved her. She hadn’t even pulled back when its flickering tongue touched her mouth. They left out the part about them throwing it at her.
The old men outside the general store asked each other about styles nowadays as she went by, as if she couldn’t hear them. They talked about how they had raised their own children and what they would and would have allowed their own girls to do. They spat on the ground and looked too long and made unhappy sounds to show that they didn’t like staring at the odd little girl, certainly took no pleasure in giving her their attention, but how could it be anyone’s fault but her own?
She could hear them just fine, but she didn’t let on. She was enjoying the general unease and disapproval that followed her now, just as she would enjoy it in fifty more years. They noticed that she spoke to herself in the same gentle voice that she used on the snake, pitched too low for anyone who wasn’t right beside her to make out. They heard her laugh at something no one else heard and looked sideways at each other, raising eyebrows. The one thing they hadn’t noticed was the other shadow following along with hers, bending to whisper in her ear.
Day/Theme: 6. Every neighbourhood should have a great lady.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
Lydia had a reputation. A century ago, she would’ve been feared and hated for it. In even older times, she would’ve been revered. As it was, she was just considered a little weird and witchy. If she had been an adult, she could’ve worn her black and her lace and her too-knowing smile and gone where she wanted with the smell of candle smoke, violets, and developer fluid. The cats would still love her, the young boys would still be afraid, and the older ones would still struggle for the right thing to say. She could’ve lived alone in the strange house on the hill, the one where the last couple had died. She would still go and come from her own brand of errands, the mysterious lady who answered to no one.
For now, she was still a girl, and unable to get away with that just yet. She had the black and the lace, the smile and the scent, she still wandered where she liked and found beauty in places no one else could bear to look. No one had anything definite they could hold against her. She was never definitely rude. She just didn’t budge for anyone. She had a way of looking at people who confronted her as if they were the very least of the things she had seen. She couldn’t be bullied or insulted, because she laughed it off. She honestly couldn’t be bothered by any of them and they didn’t like it. They would have rather she be sad or angry. They would’ve understood that.
The little boys at the corner caught a snake and threw it at her, but they were the ones that screamed when she spoke softly to it and let it wrap around her arm. When they retold the story, they told how the girl in black stroked the snake and how it twined around her like it loved her. She hadn’t even pulled back when its flickering tongue touched her mouth. They left out the part about them throwing it at her.
The old men outside the general store asked each other about styles nowadays as she went by, as if she couldn’t hear them. They talked about how they had raised their own children and what they would and would have allowed their own girls to do. They spat on the ground and looked too long and made unhappy sounds to show that they didn’t like staring at the odd little girl, certainly took no pleasure in giving her their attention, but how could it be anyone’s fault but her own?
She could hear them just fine, but she didn’t let on. She was enjoying the general unease and disapproval that followed her now, just as she would enjoy it in fifty more years. They noticed that she spoke to herself in the same gentle voice that she used on the snake, pitched too low for anyone who wasn’t right beside her to make out. They heard her laugh at something no one else heard and looked sideways at each other, raising eyebrows. The one thing they hadn’t noticed was the other shadow following along with hers, bending to whisper in her ear.