spiketheforsakensoul

Forget about Drusilla. She doesn't walk. There's no deal without Dru.

Her face winced at the mention of animal blood. "Let me guess, over hundred? Can't imagine what that must be like for you."

Margo returns his gaze, giving him a stunned look. "I see, yet it's one thing for regular creatures or monsters to show in this town. It's just..gods and goddess are like next level. I mean this information is huge. This could mean the start of an apocalypse."

Spike shigged, "We get an almost apocalypse at least once a year. Though God's are a new one."

He'd been literally trained to be a care giver and his instincts were screaming at him to stay close even if he felt trapped. He couldn't read the signals.

"I don't want you to think I don't want to move forward with, well, us. I'm just... I haven't figured out our rhythm. We were sort of learning before Sunnydale and then everything else happen and I shifted, again..."

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personality:

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first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

She blew out a sigh, eyes closed with a head tilt before looking up at him. There was a defeated emotion shown through his features. "Dammit, I guess there's no way to make this happen then, I should just sit by and watch the madness unfold without trying to help. I feel so useless. Btw, I wasn't trying to push away your help. I'm greatful that you tried giving who you are. Even when you get on my nerves you are the one vamp I could bare to tolerate and be around."

Spike sighed, "No one said you can't fight. But you can't volunteer the general public."

"I did take self defense classes, some of which has helped but other times I'm not as stealthy as I would like to be. Yes I can take care of myself but also know what my weakness are." She answered. It felt silly to even admit this to him but she couldn't no longer fool herself. When it came to sunnydale, dealing with all types of monsters she needed to upgrade her defense.

"I mean if Xander's not dead you can you've already got basic self defense down, you'll do better than him."

Spike'd never admit he did that, but sometimes it helped him clarify things to himself.

Buffy taking his hands surprised himand his brain stuttered to a halt for a moment as his eyes lifted to look into hers. It took a fwe moments for his brain to start working again and he inhaled to give himself yet another moment. Once he let out the air he said carefully, "I need space."

"I'm..." It was hard to admit his feelings out loud even though it was just the two of them and no one else was listening in. "I'm feeling like a caged animal doing the same routine every night. I don't dislike it, and I know it's something you need or we wouldn't be doing it, but- "

He looked up and uttered, "Oh, God, I'm going to sound like an ass but... I need more than a being in this room every night holding you until you fall asleep. Even if it's just a walk or a night on the bloody couch. I feel like I'm stuck on repeat and it's making me shirty."

"Can we do that?"

Margo's lips agape at the mention of who glory is. "A god? Are you serious? Why on earth would she be doing here? Have you encountered with her?"

He rolled his eyes, "Human donated blood or animal blood, yeh. Blood is blood. Some is more nourishing and tastes better than others. I don't exactly fancy hunting for raccoons or rats all night. Do you know how many I'd have to drain just to get a decent amount?"

The thought made his stomach turn. He glanced up at her question about Glory. "How would I know? It's a Hellmouth. These things happen."