[jp] soft

Aug. 24th, 2009 03:28 pm
ifollowmyblood: ([Emote] BIG Smile)
NOTE: Baileigh is [livejournal.com profile] deep_red_bells and Amelia is [livejournal.com profile] ratherbe_mspeel. Both are used with love and knowledge of their mun. Annie is [livejournal.com profile] morsus_mihi and mine to abuse as I see fit.


“Hmm?” Baileigh and Amelia murmured distractedly, heads lifting from the books they were studying.

“You’re both well aware there’s a surplus of chairs in this house, yeah? Some of them even outside in the sun?”

“Yes, love, we are.” Amelia assured him, leaning forward a little to show Bailegh her book. “I’m sorry, but is this what it looks like?”

Baileigh peered at the etching she was displaying, then nodded sympathetically. “Yep. That’s exactly what it is. Sorry.”

“Oh…well, that’s bloody disgusting.”

“So’s black pudding.”

“Hank likes it!”

With a sigh, Spike placed a hand on one leg of each woman that was seated on his lap. “If there’s so many bloody chairs in this house, why the hell d’you both have to sit on me?

..... )

Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 693
ifollowmyblood: ([Emote] Still Abed)
"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase."


Fever had him in its grips, blinding him with white-hot flame. Somewhere in the place where he could still think clearly, he knew he was dying and mourned the loss. Pain he could handle, delirium and hallucinations were no big deal. Hell, he could even stand in judgment and tough out having his victims paraded before him by the Almighty himself…he’d already put himself through that wringer once upon a time.

I don’t know if you can hear me…but you’ve got to trust me.

He could trust the pain, he could trust the dark. Blinding whiteness he couldn’t handle, he couldn’t go into it willingly. He wasn’t made for it, not anymore. He played at the edges, but all it was ever going to be was an act. Even his soul was a lie, torment for a demon’s life that the man had to atone for. Sins he’d committed, sins he’d never even conceived…

..... )

Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 1,065
ifollowmyblood: ([Emote] No Hope No Love No Glory)
You'll never see me coming
You'll never know my name
Try to remember, try to forget
But you'll never be the same


Nobody asked him to stay, he just did. It made the most sense, being that he didn’t actually need sleep or food or any of that nonsense. Once Baileigh stormed into the waiting room cursing in both English and Spanish, and once he’d calmed her down enough to explain that Nahuel was behind the shooting, Spike hadn’t left the hospital. It was easy enough to avoid the sun, hospitals weren’t very welcoming to daylight so long as he stayed out of the lobby.

There was always someone in Hank’s room as well. She was always with Joe or Claire or Bee or the Bartletts, and Spike was always with them…except when he was in the ER like he was now, gazing longingly at an accident victim bleeding in the corridor. Guiltily, he imagined the bloke was already dead, and what was a taste of cold meat among friends, right? After all, Cain worked in the damn hospital…

..... )

Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 772
ifollowmyblood: ([Emote] No Hope No Love No Glory)
'llo, pet, s' me. Listen, do me a favor and call me when you get this, yeah? There's--

[sudden interruption, sound of metal crashing and something clanging as it skitters across the floor]

...ah...look, just call me. It's important. Love you.

[distant meaty smack, roar of pain...yes, it's male, and probably Cain breaking some part of his person on something.]

...bollocking shitbags.

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