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Apr. 22nd, 2007 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unknownfateTitle: Her Side of the Deal
Day/Theme: April 22: Coming back
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Beetlejuice, Lydia
Rating: PG
He knew he was on her mind. She had murmured his name in her sleep last night. She had caught herself doodling stripes and wild eyes that afternoon when she was supposed to be working. She had whispered his name then too, hardly aware of it.
Subconsciously, she wanted him back. She had agreed to the terms and some part of her knew that she would have to honor the bargain. He lingered close as he could, behind mirrors, and in shadows. Unfinished business bound the dead to the living, as did guilt, and broken promises.
Snaky nightmares woke her by midnight and left her even more pale and the shadows around her eyes that much darker. She dragged herself out of bed and over to her vanity. She looked like a ghost herself in the mirror and leaned forward to rest her forehead against it. Her usually wild hair was hanging limp around her white face and the smoky black and purple make-up was smeared. Her breath misted on the mirror, so she was alive after all, even if she did look like a drowned corpse at the moment.
If he had had any breath, he would’ve been holding it right now. He was on the other side of the glass, mirroring her movements to stay hidden behind her reflection. His own forehead was pressed against hers, green and gold eyes burning out to her dark, lidded ones.
Just once more, he begged silently. One more time. You know you want to, Lyds. You know you’ve been waiting for me. Just. Say it. One. More. Time….
Almost as if she could hear him, she raised her head and looked into the mirror. Almost as if she could see him, she stared into her own reflection’s eyes and through them, into his. Her lips were parted, breathing faint clouds of mist on the cold glass. Her voice was an aching whisper.
“Beetlejuice.”
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Day/Theme: April 22: Coming back
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Beetlejuice, Lydia
Rating: PG
He knew he was on her mind. She had murmured his name in her sleep last night. She had caught herself doodling stripes and wild eyes that afternoon when she was supposed to be working. She had whispered his name then too, hardly aware of it.
Subconsciously, she wanted him back. She had agreed to the terms and some part of her knew that she would have to honor the bargain. He lingered close as he could, behind mirrors, and in shadows. Unfinished business bound the dead to the living, as did guilt, and broken promises.
Snaky nightmares woke her by midnight and left her even more pale and the shadows around her eyes that much darker. She dragged herself out of bed and over to her vanity. She looked like a ghost herself in the mirror and leaned forward to rest her forehead against it. Her usually wild hair was hanging limp around her white face and the smoky black and purple make-up was smeared. Her breath misted on the mirror, so she was alive after all, even if she did look like a drowned corpse at the moment.
If he had had any breath, he would’ve been holding it right now. He was on the other side of the glass, mirroring her movements to stay hidden behind her reflection. His own forehead was pressed against hers, green and gold eyes burning out to her dark, lidded ones.
Just once more, he begged silently. One more time. You know you want to, Lyds. You know you’ve been waiting for me. Just. Say it. One. More. Time….
Almost as if she could hear him, she raised her head and looked into the mirror. Almost as if she could see him, she stared into her own reflection’s eyes and through them, into his. Her lips were parted, breathing faint clouds of mist on the cold glass. Her voice was an aching whisper.
“Beetlejuice.”
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