#neverletsgo

The incredible life of Spike Spiegel was practically an enigma. It was not a case of what was your lowest point as the real question was what was your highest? He had so many low points in his life that he lived it. Wades with it. Accepts that anything can happen in the next hour or so, and the best he can do is flow with it because he was mentally prepared to accept his fate at any time.

Jet was remarkable. Always keeping him in line, giving him a reason to keep waking up the next day. But this kind of feeling doesn’t just magically leave someone like Spike. Things were shitty, and he had to try and make the best of them. But sometimes things were especially shitty and not even the better things can lift him up. He’s had those. Jet has seen him at his worst from the beginning, and he saw it at the potential end. Not since then has he found his all-time-low, and frankly he was glad about that.

Word’s calmed him, or maybe it was just Jet’s tone in general. He seemed to have that kind of effect when he wanted to. Spike was not the most affectionate one, but he was getting better. Learning that even just a simple touch would send him in a better relaxed state than before. And so he did things sometimes. Sometimes he’d come back from a hunt, go straight to the captain in his chair and straddle him just to be held. Those times he didn’t need words; just actions. Just to be grounded and know he wasn’t going to lose himself. It came from being touch-starved.

He relaxes into her weight over him. Body pressed comfortably in their shared serenity. Long fingers gently comb through the roots of long, golden locks that pour over his chest. Their breathing syncs, and they’ve shared a silence despite the many words he’s wanted to say. But he can only whisper her name, and it feels like candy to his tongue.

But he wishes the tears staining his cheeks were that of blissful happiness. To have her in her arms and to have finally found the beginning of a new, beautiful chapter. He feels his torso’s soaked under a stinging pain and he feels himself silently pleading not to be dragged out of this. Her body, despite his strength to hold her there on top of him, goes limp and turns to roll off the couch. Over black leather is coated in blood, but he knew her bullet wound was posterior. His arms are caked in her blood, but it’s the gash over his torso that that keeps him from turning over and picking her up. It hurts, it’ll break his stitches if he rolls over with her, and Jet will have to sew him back up again like a damn rag doll.

And just when he wakes up, naturally she’s not there. The soaked bandages are only that of his sweat. He’s gasping, feeling as if he had been choked from the inside. The lights are on, so Jet must be walking around. Faye had gone off somewhere -- since they picked up the lunkhead, Faye has been significantly upset with him and distanced herself for a while, no estimate for when she would be back.

Last one bc I’m tuckered out but Viv is asleep and I wanted to draw this for them bc tbh without them I probably wouldn’t be able to draw anything for anyone for a while.

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. | @neverletsgo

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically). 

bold - applies.italic - most likely.bold + italic - you better believe itstrike - uh nostrike + bold - HELL no

Synopsis under cut! (everything only applies to Viv’s Jet Black)

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Well that was unsettling.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t noticing it himself, but it was either a bit of apathy or optimism that settled Spike from speaking up. From the sound of it, knowing Jet has probably tried looking at all and every angle he could imagine, the man seems just about on his way to throwing in the towel. Even the next sentence could be it.

As they loom over the orbit of Ganymede, there stood the gaze on the deep blue moon. It was probably the best place to run to when their cards are on the table. Spike is leaning against the occupied captain’s chair in silence, waiting to see if Jet were going to finish this thought. Follow it up with a plan or solution, but the sentence fell silent. What now was a common question as often enough they found themselves starving and scurrying for whatever between bounties. But the gaps were widening, and by this point it begs the question if this were really worth killing themselves over. Something will come up, they hope each morning.

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“Hm?”

Bourbon eyes meet the glass of dark whiskey placed gingerly before him. Generous, he’d once say. But this kind of sentiment was more aching to understanding. A gesture. A soft, tired smile peeks from his lips as long indexes rest around the cold glass, his form at its slumped posture as he rests his elbows against the bar. “I didn’t get you anything,” he teases off-handedly before taking a sip. Oh, the good stuff. He barely minds the burn in the back of his throat as the drink slides smoothly over his tongue, and with a soft exhale he can taste everything that made the younger man so tired and drawn. Jet really did know how to treat this man.

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He could recall those words from the past. Demands towithhold himself from climbing in the Swordfish and flying off to somewhere he’sitching on impulse. Attempts to talk him out of it, threats to not welcome himback on the ship, the whole thing, anything to convince him not to throwhimself off that ship. Those times he was thoughtless, found one goal andselfishly went to pursue it.

And when the older says it again, Spike can’t help but thinkback on them. He never can. No amount of apologies in the world could make upfor his thoughtless actions that nearly shattered their friendship. Jet wasmade of something stronger than he thought he deserved, and for once he doesn’twant to challenge those words. Partially because he was too tired to do so, andhe quite liked Jet where he was. Head hooked against his neck as they laidrestless in the dark, dimly lit Captain’s quarters. Smoky breath gracing hiscollarbone as his arm is wrapped around the larger man, lightly grazing nailsagainst the skin of his back. The other is tired, likely only winding down what’sleft in his mind before he fades out, but Spike doesn’t let that statement fallfrom their fingers.

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Brow twitches over the rise of his voice erupting from theolder. It had worked, startling him to do as he was told as Jet tends to hisfresh wounds. The same old story, getting into some sticky shit and barelyskidding his way out of death yet again. Most of the time he trusted hisinstincts – they have always been enough to get him through the thick ofthings. But the more he just grazes past death, the angrier his partner gets.Reasonably so. He wasn’t being careful enough.

Spike had settled down a little bit, squeezing fists as Jetapplies alcohol and pressure to the good scars making him look like he hadtaken a dip into the garbage disposal. He’s silent in the meantime as Jetbegins bandaging him. He can’t stay quiet for long; not while the air is thickwith tension.