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[Spike's just kicking back, watching Desperate Housewives. Like a boss.]
[RL] Spike gets musical.
Dec. 7th, 2010 11:48 pmSpike spilled out onto the pavement, wrapped up in an afghan like a roll of carpeting. The second he hit, he was making for the shadows, grasping at the edges of the blanket as it threatened to expose his extremities to certain death. "It's bloody cold out here," he hissed, pulling the blanket closer more for the chill than the Sun.
He took an unnecessary breath and fidgeted, waiting for Kurt impatiently. Glancing paranoid down the street, then back down at his boots - Spike had quite the shock. One pale strip of sunlight was cut across the back of his hand. He inhaled, wincing as he awaited the familiar feeling of his skin scorching.
--But it didn't come. He blinked a few dozen times, letting the blanket drop and pool at his feet as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, holding out his bare hand. "Different dimension.. different rules." He let out another breath, then sat to continue waiting, squinting against the unfamiliar feeling of the Sun in his face. "Right."
He took an unnecessary breath and fidgeted, waiting for Kurt impatiently. Glancing paranoid down the street, then back down at his boots - Spike had quite the shock. One pale strip of sunlight was cut across the back of his hand. He inhaled, wincing as he awaited the familiar feeling of his skin scorching.
--But it didn't come. He blinked a few dozen times, letting the blanket drop and pool at his feet as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, holding out his bare hand. "Different dimension.. different rules." He let out another breath, then sat to continue waiting, squinting against the unfamiliar feeling of the Sun in his face. "Right."
Free, at last.
Jan. 8th, 2010 07:52 amSpike, having somehow gotten out of returning to Xander's apartment to discuss last night, was smoking a cigarette outside of the diner they had all agreed to meet at. He was on his way to becoming his own man again, and he only had his girls to thank.
And Buffy approved. Not that he cared--
He was really fucking early, he realized, making his way through the pack and watching demons turn to humans as the twilight came.
And Buffy approved. Not that he cared--
He was really fucking early, he realized, making his way through the pack and watching demons turn to humans as the twilight came.
Third time's the charm; Chez Harris.
Dec. 30th, 2009 12:08 amSpike realized it might be a bit creepy, him showing up without asking for the address. But Xander had to know he could find him. It wasn't as if it was hard. They had lived together twice before, Xander's scent had become.. familiar.
And how disturbing was that?
He shook it loose, the one box to his name staring at him accusingly from the passenger's seat. Puffing on a stale cigarette, he pulled in next to Xander's ride.
Here goes nothing, he thought, a bit world-weary, as he climbed steps without a thought in his head. Within ten minutes of packing, he was knocking on Xander's door, and he wondered--stupidly--if he should have waited a bit longer to keep up appearances.
What was the use?
And how disturbing was that?
He shook it loose, the one box to his name staring at him accusingly from the passenger's seat. Puffing on a stale cigarette, he pulled in next to Xander's ride.
Here goes nothing, he thought, a bit world-weary, as he climbed steps without a thought in his head. Within ten minutes of packing, he was knocking on Xander's door, and he wondered--stupidly--if he should have waited a bit longer to keep up appearances.
What was the use?
