He's stuck in season 3 of Buffy... rewatching Angel and Buffy from the beginning!

[hematique]

Alllllllllways stuck in the past. Tsk, tsk.
That's no way to live, now is it? Keep that up, and who knows what can happen.

[As if you could tell anyone about 'living.']

Usually, I'd just let it go, put this whole thing behind me... be the bigger person-- oh who am I kidding.
Y' see, there's a problem... I can't help but shake the fact you're hiding something from me.
About me and Dru.

[Try not to look so calm about it, everyone can see you're shaking just saying her name.]

We'll work it out. Watch.
I've already got the plan to torture her, all devised up and pretty in a bow. She'll love me again and it'll be right back how it was. Her and me. But you see, I can't do that unless you quit this whole... mun-muse thing and just get on with the other ones. Try that boring one. Red eyed vampire you love so much. Not half as dreamy as me, but you've got to compromise somewhere.

I hate getting my time wasted, and you my dear, are doing it.

Comments

[satanlawyer]

Trying to get them to actually listen to you is likely a waste. I know with mine it's like talking to a brick wall,except you get more from the wall.

[hematique]

[Oh boy, you're opening Pandora's lovesick box here. He can go on for days.]

And that's why you make them. Nothing wrong with that.
Besides, you wouldn't understand what I've got... It's... special, you know.

[satanlawyer]

I try to and what do you have that's so damn special anyway? (It's ok she can do bitter for days too)

[hematique]

....Eternal true love. The kind that leaves you fucked.

[He's speaking as if it were obvious... taking a finger to his temple to signify 'crazy.']

Its good stuff, really.

[satanlawyer]

Right because that's so great . Oh and if I ever see your psycho girlfriend again I 'm going to stake her crazy ass.

[hematique]

[Oh?

He looks at her and smiles, tilting his head. He's never seen you before... but... 'crazy bitch' could only be his Dru.]

You know my princess?

[satanlawyer]

Oh yeah I know her. She liked that I moistureize, said it was thoughtful. That was just before she and Darla killed a locked wine cellar full of my coworkers. (Yeah no way she's forgetting that nightmare of an evening anytime soon.)

[hematique]

Sounds like 'er.

[It's impossible to sound any more lovestruck.]

...And here I was thinking that you were just anybody.

[He stared at her just for a few moments-- as if trying to place her face.
Nope. He didn't recognize you. ]

...Who are you?

[satanlawyer]

I 'm Lilah,Lilah Morgan I'm a lawyer. (Hands him her card.)

[hematique]

We're not exactly short on evil, are we?

[A joke. He took the card, looked at it... and then looked back at her, turning the card over.]

You've probably heard of me.

[satanlawyer]

(Smiles ) Oh I 've heard of you Spike. (She looks him over )

[summered]

[ Drusilla again? Ew. ]

Dreamy. Ha!

hey!!!

[hematique]

Following me now, are you?

[That grants a head tilt. He clearly doesn't knowww.]

Yeah, well...
You're not exactly my type either.

hi!!! C:

[summered]

[ you are getting side eyed so hard right now, spike. in fact, she's a little offended, thank you very much. ]

Seriously? That's what you're gonna go with? Not your type? Again, I say ha!

I'm basically binge watching the entire show for this, haha

[hematique]

[An eyebrow raise... he looks around. Whoooops.]

Well... what were you expecting? You're not.
Unless you were hoping for something else.
A confession of some sort.

this is a wise choice if you ask me

[summered]

Uh.

[ well, this is some jacked up déjà vu. ]

Nope. Don't know what you mean. I rarely expect anything from you, Spike. Except, you know. Plucking my nerves and getting in my way and what not.

cant stop wont stop

[hematique]

W...

...

[He holds up finger.]

W-wait...

...

Are you serious?
You didn't forget you followed me here, did you?

...

Unless you're scared I'm going to do something rash.
You never know me. I'm unpredictable. Could be on my way to kill a bunch of orphans as we speak.
Their little puppies too.

[summered]

Hold the phone, Spike. I didn't follow you, and if I did, it's because I'm allowed. Me, slayer. You, vamp. Kind of part of the job description, remember?

[hematique]

Annnndddd...

[He snaps and points to her.]

We made a deal.

...

But you can't seem to keep it... so.
I mean, I could just kill you, I guess.

[Lazy shrug. He doesn't even look like he's invested in killing you right at ths second. DEMONS GONE SOFT.]

...Man...
Dru loved killing...

[summered]

[ arms over her chest now. not in ready-to-kick-your-ass mode quite yet but getting there. ]

Step up to the plate then, my friend. Go ahead and try. We both know you've been super duper successful so far.

[ sigh. who knew she'd ever miss doe eyed lovelorn spike? ]

I'm laughing so hard

[hematique]

See, that's mean.

[He split to his demon form in an instant, moving to strike her, his priority her face without much of a warning, but also not without complaining about his love life mid-attack. Is he for real?

More comical than him actually intent on bringing her down, he'd be rather swift eitherway. He needs SOMEONE to listen to his sobstory.]

She tells me I've gone soft! Can you believe that? Compared me to a human!

so is she tbh

[summered]

[ she sidesteps easily, looking more bemused than anything else, her guard only half raised but her fists up just in case he catches her off guard. possible but unlikely. ]

God, I did not miss this. Pull yourself together, Spike. This is just getting embarrassing now.

[ to prove her point, she slides a leg out, lightning fast to swipe the backs of his ankles and knock him off his feet. only a little sorry. or maybe not sorry at all. ]

[hematique]

[Okay, maybe he was more than a little off on his game. There was definitely a drunken garnish to his moves, that probably was only obvious when he approached her closer. He reeked of alcohol. The sweep did send him to a clumsy tumble, accompanied by the tradition demon roar, but not without a quick rebound kick into her legs.]

You said it yourself, it's your job to track vampires.
Do you know where she is or not?

[saintbuffy]

You and Drusilla?

[She snorts dryly. This Buffy knows things don't work out for those two crazy kids.]

Good luck with that one.

[hematique]

Tch! I don't need luck.
Look at me.

[He opens his arms, gesturing to himself. There's no denying he's the best thing to exist.]

Besides, what do you know of it?

[saintbuffy]

[Have a major eye rolling here, Spike.]

I'm not seeing it.

A lot more than you, apparently.

[hematique]

That's because you're too scared to look.
Afraid I might be onto something?

[Cause you're too busy rolling your eyes, missy.]

Point is, I know what I'm doing.
She thinks I've gone soft? I just gotta show her I've still got my edge.
Get her a gift. Those are romantic. Maybe I'll give 'er your head or something.

[It's a joke... laugh.]

[columblind]

Oh yeah, nothin' says "I love you" like strappin' a bitch to a metal table and eviscerating her. Good strategy.

If you're goin' for Frankenstein's monster with Stockholm Syndrome.

[hematique]

Yeah, I know.

[Casually. He's reaching in his pocket to pluck a cigarette.
He's clearly only listening to the first half of that, and ignoring the sarcasm.]

...
I just hope it works. She's stubborn.

[columblind]

And I thought I was fucked up.

[yeah, that's mostly to himself, and just as casual. clearly this guy has selective hearing; he's not gonna scream himself hoarse over it. not worth it]

If that's what ya do to make up, the hell d'ya do when you're gettin' along?