what the hell spike? we’re supposed to be protecting her AND this info from getting out well. cats out of the bag. can you get over yourself long enough to track this girl down so she isn’t enemy #1?
i get it. you’re mad at me. you hate me. you want to kill me. fine. why don’t you man up and come and get it? but nat’s a good kid. you can at least show up for her.
( it’s been long enough now that it’s clear — spike is either mia, or completely disinterested in even passing acknowledgement of buffy’s existence. which is. new, definitely. unmitigated. she’s gotten so used to him always being somewhere behind her, lurking, watching, it’s almost like her shadow has gone missing from beneath her feet.
so, that’s it, then. presumably next time she sees spike, one of them will not be leaving the interaction alive. that’s — good, she thinks, voided and empty. how it should be, if you forget the dull ache at the center of her chest, like something trapped inside is clawing to get its way out.
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text — un: BUFFY, 1/8
look. maybe we should talk.
2/8
hello? earth to spike?
i get it if you don’t want to talk, but you can’t exactly ignore me forever
3/8
okay maybe you can. got it.
4/8
whatever!!! don’t even care
yep
whatever
5/8
what the hell spike? we’re supposed to be protecting her AND this info from getting out
well. cats out of the bag. can you get over yourself long enough to track this girl down so she isn’t enemy #1?
6/8
i get it. you’re mad at me. you hate me. you want to kill me. fine. why don’t you man up and come and get it?
but nat’s a good kid. you can at least show up for her.
7/8
spike
where are you?
8/8
( it’s been long enough now that it’s clear — spike is either mia, or completely disinterested in even passing acknowledgement of buffy’s existence. which is. new, definitely. unmitigated. she’s gotten so used to him always being somewhere behind her, lurking, watching, it’s almost like her shadow has gone missing from beneath her feet.
so, that’s it, then. presumably next time she sees spike, one of them will not be leaving the interaction alive. that’s — good, she thinks, voided and empty. how it should be, if you forget the dull ache at the center of her chest, like something trapped inside is clawing to get its way out.
maybe too belatedly to actually mean anything, )
i’m sorry.
it hurts.