[ The man who steps ( rudely! ) through the doors where Spike is convalescing after being
um, shot in the dick fr???
wears an arched, fae-like expression of distaste; wearing a crocheted top underneath flowy forest green, linen overalls, his hair seems brighter than ever. His eyes, even narrowed as they are, are unmistakably red — dark pupils narrowed, thin as an animal's in the sunlight. He's somewhere between masculine and feminine in shape, lines strong and smooth in eldritch perfection; a pretty face with full lips, flawless skin and dark kohl painted in Egyptian fashion.
He stands in the door's frame, raking his eyes over Spike's state and ruining whatever prettiness he has by declaring, imperiously: ] Was the honeymoon canceled, then?
( ACTION. ) POST!WEDDING HEHEHE
um, shot in the dick fr???
wears an arched, fae-like expression of distaste; wearing a crocheted top underneath flowy forest green, linen overalls, his hair seems brighter than ever. His eyes, even narrowed as they are, are unmistakably red — dark pupils narrowed, thin as an animal's in the sunlight. He's somewhere between masculine and feminine in shape, lines strong and smooth in eldritch perfection; a pretty face with full lips, flawless skin and dark kohl painted in Egyptian fashion.
He stands in the door's frame, raking his eyes over Spike's state and ruining whatever prettiness he has by declaring, imperiously: ] Was the honeymoon canceled, then?