LAWRENCE Chuckled Softly And Held Her Hand Tightly , A Wide Smile Making Its Way To His Face As He Slowly

LAWRENCE chuckled softly and held her hand tightly , a wide smile making its way to his face as he slowly moved to press a soft kiss to her hand . 

“ I’ve said how many times I want to break that stupid boys face now ? Nessa , I assure you that I would never do 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 to break your trust . 

That’s not how you treat a lady , now is it? ”

      𝘊𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘒𝘚  𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘚𝘏   ,  enough  where  she  can  feel  the  color  make  its  way  to  her  face  as  his  hand  embraces  it  .  though  ,  the  origin  of  the  fluttering  feeling  is  still  unknown  ;  is  it  from  the  words  or  the  way  he  doesn’t  hesitate  to  show  affection  ?  her  judgement  in  the  past  had  been  far  from  good  ,  what  with  the  way  that  she  had  entrusted  her  happiness  into  boq  (  who  never  gave  her  a  wink  of  attention  )  .  and  with  talk  about  of  what  it  is  she  deserves  ,  a  smile  cracks  upon  a  normally  composed  expression  .         ❛  oh  –  ❜  nessa  begins  ,  cutting  herself  off  .  people  didn’t  often  show  interest  ,  and  even  less  likely  were  they  to  act  upon  it  .  the  happiest  girl  in  the  world  is  a  foreign  concept  for  someone  who  has  only  ever  lived  with  looming  woe  .  her  voice  lowers  ,  barely  above  a  small  whisper  .  ❛  i  trust  you  ,  i  just  .  .  .  ❜      feeling  overwhelmed  ,  she  pulls  her  face  away  from  his  palm  .  even  with  promised  devotion  ,  it  is  hard  to  believe  .  her  suspicions  with  boq  had  been  correct  ;  he  had  used  her  to  gain  the  attention  of  someone  else  .  but  when  he  denied  it  ,  nessarose  was  so  desperate  to  believe  it  that  she  did  .  the  mistake  had  only  further  hurt  .  who  is  to  say  that  all  men  aren’t  just  as  bad  ?       ❛  it  isn’t  you  ,  ❜  she  tries  to  explain  ,  gaining  a  bit  of  confidence  again  .  sheepishly  ,  a  hand  reaches  to  grab  his  and  holds  on  tightly  .  the  idea  that  lawrence  could  be  pulling  the  same  stunt  as  boq  is  preposterous  .  in  private  ,  he  was  showing  that  he  cared  and  promising  that  it  is  genuine  .  ❛  i  think  that  i  can  trust  you  .  ❜      

✧･ﾟ  @sadpuppetshows​ continued !

Lawrence raised an eyebrow at the demon with a slight head tilt. He was slightly intimidated, but curiosity killed the cat, so he might as well play along with this little charade. He had questions, but didn’t want to be too straightforward. It was always fun to beat around the bush every once and awhile..

“The hell do you mean, ‘talk things out’? I BARELY know you? Granted, we look almost identical, but that MUST be purely coincidental.. There’s no way..

Call me crazy, but I think I’m YOU, from the PAST...”

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Lawrence glanced at the card with a scoff.

“Hey I used to give these out… Huh. ANYWAYS I’m Lawrence! Nice to meet you, Be- Hold on a second.. I’m sorry.. Can I show you something..?”

The rocker pulled out from a very old, crumpled card stack from his inside jacket pocket. They all read:

BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE, SELF PROCLAIMED BIOEXORCIST

“What the FUCK IS HAPPENING….?”

“Are we going by the first name now huh? Well suppose it’s a somewhat normal breather name.”

His features fell from the grin that had been held to then a rather surprised look now, an almost scared look but he wasn’t scared, just shocked. He didn’t ever except this, never excepted anything like this to happen at all. All this happened when he saw Lawrence pull the very old crumpled stack of cards. 

Maybe then this was a weird time thing, an old friend he knew was a time hopper or whatever, not that he had really believed the man back then. But still it seemed perhaps that maybe, this Lawrence was a possible future or another timeline where he got to stay alive. 

But to confirm any of that they would need information and well Beetlejuice was now stuffing the card he had held out back into his striped jacket pocket now. He was getting annoyed,not at the other but at himself, this was turning out more confusing to him. He’s still staring at the card, in disbelief. 

“…well Handso– Lawrence maybe that’s something for us to work out..”  

 — unrealistic and idealized images of female beauty in our own corrupt modern media discourse !

…why not.

Lawrence glanced at the card with a scoff.

“Hey I used to give these out... Huh. ANYWAYS I’m Lawrence! Nice to meet you, Be- Hold on a second.. I’m sorry.. Can I show you something..?”

The rocker pulled out from a very old, crumpled card stack from his inside jacket pocket. They all read:

BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE BETELGEUSE, SELF PROCLAIMED BIOEXORCIST

“What the FUCK IS HAPPENING....?”

sadpuppetshows‌:

The rockstar raised an eyebrow as he eyed the other curiously. The strange entity looked almost identical to himself.. Odd.

He paced around the demon with a curious flint in his eye, as a look of shock overtook his features.

“Uh… Who the hell are you..?

And why do you look so much like me…?”

“Oh Hello there handsome, you can see me~” 

He chuckles a little and brings himself to the floor, closer to the breather that looks like him, eye to eye at this point as he’s still grinning widely now. He tilts his head to one side, it almost seems like to much of a tilt that it’s unnatural. But then the demon was always like that, just bending or moving a little too much one way or another to seem a bit unnatural, as he then held out the battered and torn card he carried to show his name; Beetlejuice.

“Well you can call me that on the card or BJ, but who the hell are you? I never knew a breather could look so much like me?” 

He was studying the other watching him closely and careful. The demon hadn’t excepted his day to be so interesting and yet, here he was staring down his almost living mirror image and it was something he was insanely curious about now, wanting to know more about him. He wondered how the other people he had known recently would react to this too. 

let’s waste that time together, okay?

‘i want something to believe in.’

LAWRENCE sat beside Nessa, as he softly strummed his guitar with a hum. 

“So.. Nessa.. Have you ever missed someone you were really close to..?”

He sighed, shaking his head with a small chuckle. 

“I miss someone.. Her name was Lydia Deetz, heh. Ended up killing me though, haven’t heard about her in awhile.. ANYWAYS!..”