Spare [g][btvs]

Apr 10, 2009 03:02

Spare
G
50 words
Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Nothing of Spike was soft. Sharp, angled cheekbones matched piercing, flame-blue eyes. Cold sneer belied full lips. Bright hair as bleached of color as his pale, moon-kissed skin. Hipbones and collarbones jutted harshly. His whole form, shifting muscle under marble-smooth flesh, was as spare and thin as a razor blade.

fic, btvs, spike

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