To coin a popular Sunnydale phrase: duh. @AMirrorWatcher would find more words for that. His skilled tongue is one of the things I love him for. || Roleplay
*matches the raised eyebrows*
Oh you're so demanding. I love it.
*swoops him off the floor*
My stamina lasts a couple of centuries. That's enough for you, luv?
@PsychicLure + to tell, isn’t it?”
He’s been around too many times to still believe in coincidences. There’s a connection somewhere, they just have to unveil it.
@PsychicLure + Seeing the trembling, Spike goes to get his blanket - the one he uses to hide himself against the sun at daylight - and wraps it around the man’s shoulders.
“Let me guess, at some point an abandoned warehouse is part of the story you’re going +
@Faux_Innocence + he's opening the door for her, but keeps real close to her. For protection.
"I haven't gone for a drink in ages. Wesley is not exactly the type to...party."
@Faux_Innocence + is reward enough."
Oh yes, he likes the picture he paints for her, and the way she leans against his arm for protection. He does have strong, protective arms, and Wes has stopped admiring them a while ago.
When they arrive at Willy's, +
I'd say being with me is like a sexy birthday party all year long, but I'll still find something special for us to do today @AMirrorWatcher
And with special I mean kinky.
Happy birthday, luv.
@AMirrorWatcher + Never has Wesley been afraid of him, and now he looks at him like the monster he is.
"I'm gonna need your help." he says, his head hanging again. "I can't do this alone. Please Wes…"
Right now he feels like he has forsaken the right to +
@PsychicLure + looking big guy is shuffling his feet and stuttering, so maybe not one of the Big Bad after all.
"I heard a psychic is living here. I need...I need help."
@PsychicLure "Only one way to find out." Spike mutters and walks to the door. He won't hide like a sissy from whoever is outside. /He/ is the one others have nightmares about.
Opening the door, he immediately into fighting stance.
"Uh….uh…"
The grim +
@PsychicLure + of beer on the couch as he does.
“Well, I’d say it’s no vampires. These folks usually don’t bother to knock.”
He is making his way to the window, gesturing Aggie to stay back.
“You expecting someone? There’s a grim looking dude outside, +