[For Trance]
He had the image back again; the hair, the duster, a fag when he wanted it (which wasn't too often, bloody cloves were even harder to smoke with mortal lungs), the boots and the skintight t-shirt. There was only problem with it all. It was bloody hot wearing the duster round all day long.
Which was why this particular afternoon found Spike methodically undressing a few feet from the very same pool he and Trance had skated on not two months ago. It looked invitingly, irresistably refreshing and cool, and just then he was feeling a bit wilted.
He walked to the edge naked and dove in, letting out a contented sigh when he surfaced again moments later, shaking crystalline droplets of water from his bleached-blond hair as he grinned. This island living wasn't so bad, really.
Which was why this particular afternoon found Spike methodically undressing a few feet from the very same pool he and Trance had skated on not two months ago. It looked invitingly, irresistably refreshing and cool, and just then he was feeling a bit wilted.
He walked to the edge naked and dove in, letting out a contented sigh when he surfaced again moments later, shaking crystalline droplets of water from his bleached-blond hair as he grinned. This island living wasn't so bad, really.