[December 18] [Beetlejuice] At It Again
Title: At It Again
Day/Theme: 18) "Every year you lick that pole. I can't believe you haven't learned yet."
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Beetlejuice/Lydia
Rating: PG
“So,” the girl said. She was in her usual black and white, except for a red zigzag scarf that she had pinned with a brooch shaped like a piece of pie. That was unlike her enough that he knew there was a story or a joke behind it. He wasn’t going to ask until he was sure he couldn’t get it.
“You’re at it again,” the girl said.
“Whatever do you mean?” he asked as loftily as he could manage from where he dangled from a corner of the Maitlands original woodwork in the form of a nightmare spider. The woodwork had survived Delia’s purge by being impossible to pry loose without taking out the whole wall. It was also an ideal spot to ambush the stairwell. He liked luminal spaces for his hauntings.
“My parents aren’t even here,” the girl said. “It’s Monday.”
“Date night,” he realized aloud. He covered up his mistake with a leer that sprouted fangs and hissing maggots. “Which means I have you all to myself.”
“Yep,” she hadn’t been afraid of him for months. “I made butterscotch popcorn and I have the original Twin Peaks if you want to come and watch with me.”
He shrank back to his usual form of a crusty ghost with a sigh and a smell like burnt hair. He was still hanging upside down and walked along the ceiling with her as she started up the stairs to her room.
“You should know the routine by now,” the girl said.
“Maybe it wasn’t them I wasn’t waiting for ,” he said, giving the floor under her feet a ripple. His voice went dark and slimy. “Maybe you’re the one that should know better.”
“You going to be the one to teach me?” she asked, calling the bluff. She stopped to look him straight in the glowing yellow eyes. They narrowed at her.
“There’s lots I can teach you.” He always fell back on gross to throw her off. This time, she waited just long enough to let him know that it wasn’t working before making a face.
She lead the way to her room where the smell of popcorn and melted butterscotch was stronger than his usual funk. He could either follow her in like a good little lap pet or see what trouble he could cause to remind her what she was dealing with.
But. It was date night. And maybe he wasn’t smart enough to know better than to pass that up.
Day/Theme: 18) "Every year you lick that pole. I can't believe you haven't learned yet."
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Beetlejuice/Lydia
Rating: PG
“So,” the girl said. She was in her usual black and white, except for a red zigzag scarf that she had pinned with a brooch shaped like a piece of pie. That was unlike her enough that he knew there was a story or a joke behind it. He wasn’t going to ask until he was sure he couldn’t get it.
“You’re at it again,” the girl said.
“Whatever do you mean?” he asked as loftily as he could manage from where he dangled from a corner of the Maitlands original woodwork in the form of a nightmare spider. The woodwork had survived Delia’s purge by being impossible to pry loose without taking out the whole wall. It was also an ideal spot to ambush the stairwell. He liked luminal spaces for his hauntings.
“My parents aren’t even here,” the girl said. “It’s Monday.”
“Date night,” he realized aloud. He covered up his mistake with a leer that sprouted fangs and hissing maggots. “Which means I have you all to myself.”
“Yep,” she hadn’t been afraid of him for months. “I made butterscotch popcorn and I have the original Twin Peaks if you want to come and watch with me.”
He shrank back to his usual form of a crusty ghost with a sigh and a smell like burnt hair. He was still hanging upside down and walked along the ceiling with her as she started up the stairs to her room.
“You should know the routine by now,” the girl said.
“Maybe it wasn’t them I wasn’t waiting for ,” he said, giving the floor under her feet a ripple. His voice went dark and slimy. “Maybe you’re the one that should know better.”
“You going to be the one to teach me?” she asked, calling the bluff. She stopped to look him straight in the glowing yellow eyes. They narrowed at her.
“There’s lots I can teach you.” He always fell back on gross to throw her off. This time, she waited just long enough to let him know that it wasn’t working before making a face.
She lead the way to her room where the smell of popcorn and melted butterscotch was stronger than his usual funk. He could either follow her in like a good little lap pet or see what trouble he could cause to remind her what she was dealing with.
But. It was date night. And maybe he wasn’t smart enough to know better than to pass that up.