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“Well, you should stop now.” Maleficent pushed him away, a grin on her face. “Obviously you won’t tell anyone about what happened,” she continued to exert her influence. “I wouldn’t worry about the drugs.” They were better to his mind weak and ready for entry, “Go and get your girl, or at least tell her about her unfaithful pirate.”

“Everyone needs a good hug now and then.” He chuckled, stepping back anyways when she pushed him. As calm as he felt, he still knew not to push his luck with the sorceress. He cocked his head in confusion, wanting to argue the point but he simply nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, I should tell her the good news. And again, thanks. This is... unbelievable.”

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“Fabulous you’re feeling better.” Maleficent said, deciding to employ her technique. She let the shape of the petite princess fall away and instead she was herself. But she made his mind think nothing of it. She was Maleficent mistress of darkness, but nothing was amiss. Nothing was wrong certainly. He wouldn’t tell anyone about her but he didn’t need to examine why. “Maybe now you can go get your little ice princess.” She smiled, keeping a hold on his mind. 

When he pulled away, a new face greeted him but nothing registered as wrong, he was only curious. “Never thought I would be hugging, well, you.” Salem assumed she would get his meaning. “I don’t know... I still have to get clean and that’s gonna be a pain in the ass. Voices or no voices.” Withdrawals were no joke. Even a day of trying to go cold turkey was painful, mentally and physically, but he knew he could do it now that his main drive pushing him towards drugs and alcohol was gone.

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Maleficent closed her eyes and penetrated his mind. He was surprisingly gifted, probably because of all the difficult things he’d seen. Trauma was the best way to strengthen the mind from attack. They didn’t call it putting up walls for nothing. She filtered through the boring stuff, looking for connections. Elva, that was obvious, Harry hook, well he might be useful, but Uma would be the goal anyway and she already had that fish on the hook so to speak. His parents…they could be useful. They clearly loved him, how could she use him to get to them? That would be exciting. Finally she did what she said, built a barrier in his mind against the sensory input he didn’t want. She also left a little back door, one small enough for her to enter at any point. She opened her eyes, “Well? How do you feel?”

The physical touch of her fingertips, the feel of them falls away and instead, he feels like she is leaving fingerprints on his mind. Constantly, he felt a pressure on his mind from the voices and figures trying to claw their way inside without a care for what it did to him. After a moment, it all fell away. His mind didn’t feel empty but it felt free from the pressure that had been driving him into madness. It was a better euphoria than the drugs had ever given him and the bliss only broke when she spoke once again. “I feel --- amazing.” A large grin broke across his face and he pulled her into a hug before he could even register himself moving. “Thank you, really, you saved me.”

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Begging. He was begging her to fix him. Was he really that stupid? Were all Auradonians like that? He didn’t even know her name and he was going to let her into his mind. “Alright, sit down. I’m going to put a barrier up in your mind. Technically you’ll still hear and see the dead, but your brain won’t communicate that information to your conscious mind. We do it all the time naturally anyway,” She waited for him to get comfortable and put two fingers on each side of his temples. She let out a deep breath and breached his mind. 

A barrier. That was what he had been trying to achieve with the drinking and drugs this whole time but it never lasted. It only became harder to keep it up and it was creating a more permanent barrier between him and everyone he cared about. “Okay,” he agreed softly, relaxing and letting out a soft sigh as he tried to clear his head. It felt odd, wrong almost, to have let someone else willingly into his head but he tried not to resist, tried to let go so she could do whatever she needed to with her magic.

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“She’s in love and he’s a liar,” Maleficent suggested, as though that explained everything. She wasn’t wrong about the latter part. “You could ask him yourself, he’d probably forget you even know Elva.” She touched his cheek, invading his space like she planned to invade his mind. It was hard to contain her glee. Never had things fallen into place so easily. He was practically begging for her to take advantage of him.  “I can, but it will require you to trust me.”

“She’ll freeze him to death if that’s true but I will ask him.” His thoughts were straying until she brought him back with a touch of her. It was sad how starved he was for real human contact. “Okay, yeah, I’ll trust you. Please, I just need the ghosts to be gone. I want to be better again.” Begging at this point, he wasn’t ashamed, he had gotten used to and forgotten that feeling one too many bottles ago.

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“Don’t be so coy,” Maleficent chuckled, “I heard they were engaged.” She finally got the information she needed, and it was better than she could possibly imagine. Something with his senses, and not something small either, something she could fix, or give the appearance of fixing. But the spell could do more too, he could become a literal pawn in her hands. It gave her access to everyone, the other Auradonians, Halloweentown….everything! And, if she could harness his power…well the Horned King would be very jealous if she raised an army of the dead without him. “Is that all?” She said, eyebrow raised, “Well that’s not too hard to fix.”

“That’s... even if that’s true there’s gotta be a reason. Elva’s not an idiot.“ She was the smartest person that he knew which may not say much these days. Most of his “friends” were only around him for the parties. A brow quirked when she made light of his ability but hope, true hope, he felt it for the first time in a long time. “So, you can fix me? Please, do it. I’ll do anything, I swear on my grave.” If she could really do this then he would be free. He could give up his addictions and be the person he used to be.

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“Oh please, you have to know…the way he looks at Uma. You can hear them from the dock…and sometimes Carlos De Vill is there too.” She hoped her casual tone made it sound more humiliating for Elva. “There is no progress without breaking down walls,” She said sagely, a true sentiment but not one she usually followed. “I can’t help you if you dot tell me,”

“She’s his captain... De Vil?” Salem shook his head, not wanting to think badly of Harry because he was a cool guy to hang out with but Elva was his best friend. Feelings or no feelings, he never wanted to see someone hurt her. “I can see ghosts. They talk to me, yell at me or sometimes just scream. I don’t know it depends on how they died I guess. It’s just too much sometimes.” All the time. “Sometimes I can even feel they’re pain and I-- I am not strong enough to handle all that.”

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So he really didn’t remember her, how annoying. “Do you think some VK is better than you? Really? And haven’t you seen him around with everyone else? She’s not the only one in his heart…not the way you hold only her in your heart.” She held up her hand and let a few green sparks fly, “Does this jog your memory? Tell me what’s wrong, maybe I can help.”

“What are you talking about?” He had failed to keep up with all the auradon gossip and the cold only gave him more reason to stay inside lately. “Oh---” He realized what he must have asked her when they first met. “I -- I don’t know if I can.” The words of his secret felt heavy on his tongue but he was desperate for any kind of help. “I have this ability that I don’t know how to control and I don’t want it. It drives me insane.”

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“Yes…the lonely little princess from Arendelle.” Maleficent could see that girl was a ball of chaos all on her own, no prodding needed. “Alone? Why not try and win her over?” And cause them both more pain in the process, “Love means fighting for the person you care about, doesn’t it? Who is she in love with that is so much better than you?” She skipped forward, “Did you think about my offer?”

“She’s not that lonely.” She had Harry if they were still together. “Win her over?” He laughed, shaking his head. “He's already better because he’s not me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little screwed up.” And damn did it hurt to admit that out loud. “Offer? Sorry --- I uh, was really drunk. You’re going to have to remind me.”

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Maelficent hadn’t found him as low as before. She would have to bring him down then. She picked up a bit of snow with her bare hands, hardly registering the cold. She began to compact it into a ball. “I would have thought it would remind you of your ice princess.” She said, innocently enough. “Has her heart yet to melt for you?”

     “ Elva... ”  He had been doing his best to get better just so he could see her again, she may never love him back but he still wanted to be her friend. “Ah -- no, it’s never going to. I just --- you know, I’ll just be alone for a bit.” He forced a smile, trying not to think about the fact that he was in no condition to be with someone. To drag someone else into the mess he had become would be cruel.

It took the former ghost a moment to remember who the woman was. It had a been a bad night for him when he met her, he honestly remembered very little about their talk but he felt comfortable in her presence, at least. “Oh, hey! Yeah, it’s pretty strange but I like it. Reminds me of my dad.” His dad who was the king of Halloween but also loved all things Christmas, including the chilly snow.

@graveghcst

Maleficent had been interrupted at the damn festival. But there was no reason to give up. This little abomination from Halloweentown presented a great opportunity, especially after some research. He had been a ghost in his home world, and the transition to human was not always smooth. “Hello stranger.” She said, her sweet princess form bouncing towards him in the snow. “Weird weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Some chaos she wasn’t responsible for but definitely approved of. 

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Maleficent never let the coy smile fall from her lips, “She is all those things, is she?” The ice princess did not seem to be as wonderful as he mentioned, she a lone snowflake in the middle of July, out of place and unwanted everywhere she went. but if he liked her… “She’s not all, is she? There’s a reason you find yourself unworthy of her.” She held up her hand and let a few green sparks appear, “Oh…I’m just someone who wants to help.”

Salem nodded but his eyes stayed fixated on hers’. Something about her was enchanting. A soft voice and gentle touch, she reminded him of Elva in some ways and it was enough to bring all his longing and self-loathing to the surface. “I... I’m not good for anyone,” he admitted, stare broken when he saw the green sparks fly from her fingertips. “Magic,” he whispered and Elva’s suggestion that perhaps someone could suppress his abilities came to the front of his mind. “I have abilities and --- they feel like I curse. I do bad things to suppress them but I don’t want to be a bad person,” he explained, desperation growing in his miserable state.

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“Something like that,” Maleficent smiled slightly, she moved a little closer, she’d never been a seductress, and she wasn’t now, but she knew this form had a coy sort of charm. “Tell me about her, tell me what bothers you…” She tilted his chin towards her, “I can do more than read minds you know…”

If any warning bells were going off, he registered none of them, totally unaware that he was potentially being played by the mistress of evil. “She’s... smart, self-sacrificing, strong, warm and ice cold. She’s everything I don’t deserve because I would just ruin her and get us both hurt.” Physically and emotionally. “Not that she would ever give me a chance,” he admitted, eyes flickering up to meet hers. “What do you mean?” He asked in a soft voice.

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Maleficent smiled, there was something here in this ghostly child, “Feeling homesick?” She wondered. She knew well enough that there was something wrong with him, his substance problems were no secret. “Or is it a girl?” His feelings for the ice princess were no secret either. She knew this form could be deceiving, was it enough to begin to sow some seeds of chaos?

“Are you some kind of mind reader?” He joked before shaking his head. “None --- all of the above.” Chuckling, he took another sip from his bottle, beginning to think of home. If he went back and let go of this human body, he would be free from it all. It would be too easy and that was why Salem refused to return home. “Oh, but it’s so much more too,” he admitted, wondering why he was making things so hard on himself again.

Salem could only keep up his happy facade for so many hours in the day. It was worse now that he was trying to stay sober and the beer in his hand was a sure sign it had been a losing battle so far. He had cut back on the amount he consumed but going cold turkey still terrified him. “hm?” He looked up at the approaching figure, forcing a smile to his lips. “What makes ya say that? I just needed a break. Ate one too many snow cones, ya know?”

@graveghcst

Maleficent had on her innocent disguise, having shape shifted to blend in with the happy Auradonians. Then she noticed one that was not so happy. A young man sitting in a dark corner of the festival all alone. “Not enjoying yourself?” She said, sounding as sweet as a typical princess.