#c;salem

[yumenikai]

We Don’t Have To Dance

Class couldn't get done fast enough, his hand trailed squiggles along his notebook as the teacher drawled on about American history that he had no care for. However he was the one to blame for this. He'd begged his parents to let him attend public school rather than his former private schools in the city of London, where all the other rich kids were expected to go.

However, this wasn't the case for Klysm... at least not anymore. He hadn't been in private school since he moved to the States as a child. He had been around seven when he moved. It had been a wild ride to get to some form of normality in both the language and culture. However, his closest neighbor had made all these years bearable.

In fact his best friend was the reason he was even in a setting where he needed to interact with other people. Because if it were up to him he'd be at home with private tutors for his lectures and his house as his sanctuary. However, he’d been curious to how different a public school would be to that of his private tutoring and private school. He’d come to the conclusion rather quickly that it wasn’tall too different, but more so more confined and with fewer resources and teachers. However, he liked people watching and liked the different interactions he could get from people just by knowing how to read them. He didn’t much care for them, but people natural brought out the curiosity in him. Plus Salem was a lot of fun to be around, and the only real friend he ever had. Which meant a lot to him. The guy was a really nice guy, and they got along perfectly, but even when he was younger he’d felt a deeper connection to ther other male. Brushing the thought aside he pursed his lips and glanced at his watch. American highschool was much more different than that of London, everything was all over the place, the curriculum was a mess and so were the teachers half the time.

With a sigh he looked to his right and saw his best friend, Salem, looking at the front of the room where the teacher was speaking from. Salem's parents were quite possibly the only reason they ever got a chance to meet all those years ago. They had made the long drive up to their house, hidden behind the large splay of fauna that was their driveway, all to welcome them to the neighborhood. Klysm's house was on the very outskirts of town, past the farthest housing lot and tucked away in a forest, the only thing guiding anyone to their home was a long double sided path for cars to enter and exit from. And even then people thought stepping near their home was some sort of illegal act. Everyone thought he was either the closest thing to a God or the closest thing to an Alien they could get.

Klysm wasn't the most welcoming person despite being a very charming person. He was calculating and quiet. But when forced to, he could be everything and anything anyone wanted. So he played the part of the perfect student to a T. It was the only thing he could do to pass the time. Well, that and talk to Salem.

With a sigh, he flipped the page of his notebook and wrote down a quick note before tossing it to his friend.

"This class is so boring.... Do you want to go get something to eat after school?"

Klysm's movements were quick and steady, he tossed the note in a blink of an eye before, settling back to his random scribbles on his notebook.

[shadowsforstars]

// @dissimulaticn said: [ piggyback ] //for salem

As it turned out, Salem had actually begun to enjoy strolling through the woods with Rosie, sometimes even looking forward to it on the days that he knew that she would be heading out there to pick some more flowers and herbs for her shop’s stock. He didn’t always pay attention to what she was doing, but he was happy to watch her and keep her company, asking the odd question now and then whenever he’d see her stumble across something new.

On this day, Salem had decided to stay home and sunbathe while Rosie went out to the woods. It wasn’t until he looked at the clock that he realized that something was off, because she’d been gone for longer than usual and she was usually home by now to cook breakfast. After pondering over it for another couple of minutes, his worries finally got the better of him and he padded down the path behind the shop and out into the woods to seek her out. When he found her, she was sitting in the grass, surrounded by tiny white wildflowers in just the perfect spot to allow the sun to creep in like a spotlight from the canopy above. The way it kissed her pale skin and swam through her blonde curls made him stop for a moment to admire her before he made his presence known and shifted into the form of a human once again. As it had turned out, she’d hurt her ankle, and he was glad that he’d listened to his instincts and come down to check on her. Luckily, she would probably heal herself right up as soon as she could get back to the shop.

Kneeling down next to her, Salem carefully inspected her delicate ankle, his tattooed fingers gently touching her skin. “Guess it’s a good thing that you kept me around after all, hm?” He mused, a smile tugging at his pierced lips as he sighed. “Come on, darling. Get on. I’ll carry you,” he told her with a playful roll of his eyes, shifting his position to allow her to climb onto his back. She was easy enough to carry. Light as a feather, actually.

[shadowsforstars]

// closed starter for @his-minions​ //

It was on the evening of Halloween that Salem had showed up at her doorstep once again, disguised in the body of a sleek black cat with bright blue eyes. Shiloh had known him for years now, always helping him out with one thing or another, but he never stayed for too long and he was always gone for longer. Usually whenever he would seek out her aid, it was to take advantage of her ability to both attract and interact with various kinds of spirits, something of which he couldn’t always do himself. While the feline saw it as a blessing with many beneficial uses, the girl saw it far more as a curse. Being a beacon for lost souls caused her more torment than it did satisfaction, as the sinister ones seemed to seek her out like homing missiles, hellbent on wreaking havoc upon impact.

With some coaxing, Salem had managed to convince his friend to follow him down to the old Whisperwind Manor on the outskirts of the city, nestled on the top of a hill just outside of a small neighborhood. It looked like something out of a typical cheesy horror movie with the full moon in the sky behind it and the dead trees that surrounded it and wrapped around the base of the hill. It made Shiloh scoff and roll her eyes. Of course they would have to go to a place like this, and on Halloween, no less. She’d heard of the place before, but had never dared to set foot on the property, the potent sensations of uneasiness and disquietude hitting her like she’d just walked into a brick wall as soon as she’d set foot on the pathway that dipped into the thick cover of gnarled trees. It made her skin crawl, but knowing that Salem was with her brought her some form of comfort.

The manor came by its long-time nickname very honestly, as the closer that one got to the building itself, the more the eerie sounds of whispers could be heard being carried by the wind that swirled through the property. It had been owned by the Mormer family over one-hundred years ago, but since the last of them had died or moved away, the youth of the town had begun referring to it by its nickname. Often, the brave (or stupid, Shiloh would always say) would venture into the walls, and many times they’d come out saying that they’d witnessed some unexplainable or spooky occurrences, but nobody was ever able to collect any evidence. More often than not, they were just spoofing or embellishing their stories, as the ghost of the widowed Annie Mormer only ever appeared on Halloween.

Cautious footsteps carried the tiny brunette into the dusty walls of the manor, her skin kissed by the subtle cold sensation of a ghostly presence. “She’s definitely here. Not anywhere close though,” she told Salem, who was perched atop her right shoulder, the pupils of his bright blue eyes wide now as they adjusted to the dimness of the area. He could sense her presence too, but even his feline instincts paled in comparison to the gifts that Shiloh had. He would need Annie to manifest into a physical form if he was going to pull off the plan that he’d concocted, and he knew that Shiloh would be able to lure her in much more easily than he could himself. The floorboards creaked beneath the weight of her small frame, causing chills to run up and down the length of her spine, but with the reassurance of the cat on her shoulder, she forged ahead and delved deeper into the winding hallways of the dusty manor, a flashlight in her hand.

It wasn’t until Shiloh had made her way into one of the libraries on the main floor that she had her first real scare, her breath hitching in her chest and her brown eyes snapping open wider as she turned quickly towards the noise that she heard. Salem had heard it too, his own head turning quickly in the same direction. Jumping off of her shoulder and glancing behind him at her to signal for her to hang

tight, his quiet footsteps then carried him over to where the noise had come from. It was there, in the next room, that he laid his eyes upon a male with long blonde hair. He assumed that he was here on the terms of a dare, probably trying to snap a picture of the basement, like so many people were always trying to do around this time of year. Making his presence known, he hopped up onto the arm of an old wingback chair, emitting a low growl in his direction that broke the uncanny silence. With what himself and Shiloh were about to do, this was no place for a regular human.