alexa

there is something so “eve tasting the forbidden fruit” about spike getting his soul back. he had a sort of innocence in his soullessness, but that’s gone now. he knows what sin is, and he’s ashamed, because all he’s ever done is sin. he tries to hide his shame by clothing himself but he can’t hide it. he can’t escape it. he embraces the cross but it rejects him. he rebelled against the natural order of things and now he’s being punished for it. maybe he’s adam rather than eve, because he reclaims his soul for the same reason that adam tastes the fruit after eve. “why does a man do what he mustn’t? for her. to be hers.”

genuinely cannot believe it takes spike and buffy about ten seconds to fall into such an intense psychic lockstep that during their second interaction. ever. in their lives. they flirtatiously toss aside their weapons just so they can get their hands on one another. instinctively trusting in the other's sense of honor. approaching their fight like it's play like it's dancing like it's already played out a hundred times and like they're just getting started. they just met a fucking nanosecond ago. they have known each other for lifetimes. i am clawing at the walls