Blood and fire
"Looks like a bloody good time out there."
Spike isn't moping as he stands in front of the windows, looking out at the streets, the violence begining to be visible even from here.
He's watching. He's surveying. He's... not exactly moping.
More like brooding but that's Angel's thing.
He's desperately wishing he could be out there doing /something/. Anything other than being so very Casper-like. Walking through walls would have been a thrill at one point.
It has quickly begun to drive him toward the edge. There is a terrible violence that is building in him. What's worse is he has no way of releasing it that violence into the world.
Or any other sort of release, either.
Booze? Nope.
Smoking? Not possible.
Fighting? Not a chance.
Sex? Not even if ...
He's able to distract himeslf for a few moments as his mind wanders but it ends up coming back to the same frustrated place. He can't even write, only able to compose in his head or outloud, losing most of them to distraction and frustration.
Something needs to change.
Spike isn't moping as he stands in front of the windows, looking out at the streets, the violence begining to be visible even from here.
He's watching. He's surveying. He's... not exactly moping.
More like brooding but that's Angel's thing.
He's desperately wishing he could be out there doing /something/. Anything other than being so very Casper-like. Walking through walls would have been a thrill at one point.
It has quickly begun to drive him toward the edge. There is a terrible violence that is building in him. What's worse is he has no way of releasing it that violence into the world.
Or any other sort of release, either.
Booze? Nope.
Smoking? Not possible.
Fighting? Not a chance.
Sex? Not even if ...
He's able to distract himeslf for a few moments as his mind wanders but it ends up coming back to the same frustrated place. He can't even write, only able to compose in his head or outloud, losing most of them to distraction and frustration.
Something needs to change.