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deep_red_bells and Amelia is ratherbe_mspeel. Both are used with love and knowledge of their mun. Annie is morsus_mihi and mine to abuse as I see fit.
“Girls?”
“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?”
“Because they love you, dillweed, shut up.” Annie chirped as she bounced into the room. “By the way, it’s incorporeal.”
“What is, Tucker?”
“The demon. It’s incorporeal. The one after Claire.”
“Oh, show us, won’t you?” Amelia pleaded brightly. “Bee and I have a suicide pact: we’re not letting Spike up until he’s fit to kill us both.”
Spike rolled his eyes, leaning up to kiss Amelia’s shoulder and betray his sour mood before nodding to Annie. “Bring it over, let’s have a look.”
Skipping across the tower bedroom they’d given him, complete with carefully drawn blackout curtains, Annie flopped down with only a small wince to kneel between Spike’s knees and present a large tome for his perusal, including a thick sheet of sketch paper stuffed in the binding.
“I had Drew do this sketch of the glyph I saw. This one on the page? It has the same inverted crest in the back. According to the Codex, this sort of symbology occurs primarily among incorporeal demon clans.” She explained practically. “So it narrows the search by about a bajillion.”
“More like a lot, but not quite a bajillion.” Baileigh corrected, playfully tugging Annie’s ponytail.
Spike frowned, picking up the sketch and comparing it to the one in the book. “Looks like the Order of Baenead, only not.”
“What’s that, love?”
“Nasty bunch of demons.” Spike explained to Amelia, casually looping his arm around her waist. “Popular long before my time but still goin’ strong. Be easier if they were an apocalypse order, but they’re hedonists. Old rights of Bacchus and whatnot. Mostly spurned witchlets and blokes like to feel manly roughing up girls.”
“Hot.” Annie deadpanned, folding her hands behind her neck as Baileigh absently rubbed her belly before shifting to her feet to pace. “So what else you got, Butch?”
“Well…Butch?!?”
“Captain Butch Flowers. Former leader of the Blues.”
Baileigh gasped, then walked back over and flung herself into his lap again, wrapping him in a hug that would have smothered him if he still had breath.
“EEEEEE!!! I’M A PRIVATE WITH A DEAD CAPTAIN!!!!”
“Undead captain.” Annie corrected gleefully.
“That’s all well and good,” he wheezed, “but you’re about to crush my spine.”
“Whups! Sorry.”
Glowering as Baileigh released him and grinning as Amelia pressed a helpful kiss to the side of his neck, Spike sighed and handed the book back to Annie. “All I know is that it’s a lead worth pursuing. That codex thing, can it look up labels for hedonist demon clans based on worship?”
“Pffft. Why do you think this codex is so valuable to Buttface Nancyboy Woodman? It’s the only one he owns with an index.” she replied brightly, rising to her feet and jogging out of the room. “I’m gonna go tell…somebody!!”
“Call Ethan!” Spike managed to yell before the door shut behind her. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat and scowled up at the two women back in his lap. “Are you two still here?”
“Yes, we are, you big softie. Suicide pact, remember?” Baileigh insisted, leaning in to snuggle against him with a happy sigh as Amelia followed suit.
Throwing up his hands in surrender, Spike wrapped an arm around each of them and wondered just why the hell he couldn’t remember handing over his balls to the both of them.
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 693
deep_red_bells and Amelia is ratherbe_mspeel. Both are used with love and knowledge of their mun. Annie is morsus_mihi and mine to abuse as I see fit.“Girls?”
“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?”
“Because they love you, dillweed, shut up.” Annie chirped as she bounced into the room. “By the way, it’s incorporeal.”
“What is, Tucker?”
“The demon. It’s incorporeal. The one after Claire.”
“Oh, show us, won’t you?” Amelia pleaded brightly. “Bee and I have a suicide pact: we’re not letting Spike up until he’s fit to kill us both.”
Spike rolled his eyes, leaning up to kiss Amelia’s shoulder and betray his sour mood before nodding to Annie. “Bring it over, let’s have a look.”
Skipping across the tower bedroom they’d given him, complete with carefully drawn blackout curtains, Annie flopped down with only a small wince to kneel between Spike’s knees and present a large tome for his perusal, including a thick sheet of sketch paper stuffed in the binding.
“I had Drew do this sketch of the glyph I saw. This one on the page? It has the same inverted crest in the back. According to the Codex, this sort of symbology occurs primarily among incorporeal demon clans.” She explained practically. “So it narrows the search by about a bajillion.”
“More like a lot, but not quite a bajillion.” Baileigh corrected, playfully tugging Annie’s ponytail.
Spike frowned, picking up the sketch and comparing it to the one in the book. “Looks like the Order of Baenead, only not.”
“What’s that, love?”
“Nasty bunch of demons.” Spike explained to Amelia, casually looping his arm around her waist. “Popular long before my time but still goin’ strong. Be easier if they were an apocalypse order, but they’re hedonists. Old rights of Bacchus and whatnot. Mostly spurned witchlets and blokes like to feel manly roughing up girls.”
“Hot.” Annie deadpanned, folding her hands behind her neck as Baileigh absently rubbed her belly before shifting to her feet to pace. “So what else you got, Butch?”
“Well…Butch?!?”
“Captain Butch Flowers. Former leader of the Blues.”
Baileigh gasped, then walked back over and flung herself into his lap again, wrapping him in a hug that would have smothered him if he still had breath.
“EEEEEE!!! I’M A PRIVATE WITH A DEAD CAPTAIN!!!!”
“Undead captain.” Annie corrected gleefully.
“That’s all well and good,” he wheezed, “but you’re about to crush my spine.”
“Whups! Sorry.”
Glowering as Baileigh released him and grinning as Amelia pressed a helpful kiss to the side of his neck, Spike sighed and handed the book back to Annie. “All I know is that it’s a lead worth pursuing. That codex thing, can it look up labels for hedonist demon clans based on worship?”
“Pffft. Why do you think this codex is so valuable to Buttface Nancyboy Woodman? It’s the only one he owns with an index.” she replied brightly, rising to her feet and jogging out of the room. “I’m gonna go tell…somebody!!”
“Call Ethan!” Spike managed to yell before the door shut behind her. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat and scowled up at the two women back in his lap. “Are you two still here?”
“Yes, we are, you big softie. Suicide pact, remember?” Baileigh insisted, leaning in to snuggle against him with a happy sigh as Amelia followed suit.
Throwing up his hands in surrender, Spike wrapped an arm around each of them and wondered just why the hell he couldn’t remember handing over his balls to the both of them.
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 693
