Books Don't Like To Flutter

[deathly_dru]

I scritch-scratched on the table, but it didn't want to burn.

Or cry.

Or bleed.

I remember Christmas. This won't be a real Christmas... Little children in the snow and smoke in the puddles.

Spike, tell them about when you brought me those little girls wrapped in a bow.

I like that story.

I liked tasting that story.

Comments

[breakmychest]

Personally, I prefer the story where I saved the world. Must we bring up all the wicked things I've done?

[deathly_dru]

But I wasn't in that one...

[breakmychest]

You were the first time. Seeing as it's you and Angelus I saved it from.

[deathly_dru]

Yes... But that's when it all started crumbling apart.

I don't like that so much.

[breakmychest]

Well, you're the bloody seer, maybe you should have seen it coming.

[deathly_dru]

I did.

Just

not how it happened.

I don't see things like you think I do, Spike. There's all different ways, different paths... Just some are louder than others.

And sometimes

Sometimes there's things what get in the way.

private

[breakmychest]

[...yeah, if they're having this conversation, it will not be public.]

Things like Angel, you mean.

Re: private

[deathly_dru]

Yes...

private

[breakmychest]

Right. Well, for those of us who live in the moment, that's not a bloody excuse.

Re: private

[deathly_dru]

What did I excuse, William?

private

[breakmychest]

[A sigh.]

Never mind. It's all in the past. No need to go digging it up again.