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@GETJINXED

[smudgy]

[ a few days after spike arrives, after finding silco in the woods — ]

u have to sleep on the floor tonight
and maybe every night after that 🔫

[ she might have let him share her bed before. shut up. ]

✉️ text — un: astarion.

[thirsted]

Is it common practice for vampires in your world to bite anyone they come across?

[ astarion didn't you try to bite someone while they were asleep at camp

astarion

hey astarion ]

🎁 — delivery.

[smudgy]

[ At the crypt that Spike’s taken to calling his own and Jinx has affectionally named “the saddest place in the world”, she has helpfully decorated a blank, dilapidated wall with sprawling graffiti (including the claim, SPIKE’S PLACE, in her jagged scrawl, explosions, skulls, and a fanged version of her usual monkeys, to boot).

And on a card, left on whatever piece of cement he calls a table, she writes: ]

SEE YA AT PROM, FANGS.

[ Accompanied by a drawing of figures that are clearly them, dancing at said prom. Not asking him so much as telling but, hey, it’s affectionate. ]

✉️ text — un: astarion.

[thirsted]

And how does one get from "William" to "Spike," exactly?

✉️ text — @waterdeep.

[corporeity]

Most likely to break hearts! What a superlative. I have to assume there’s a story behind it, my friend.

text — un: SCATORCCIO

[doped]

hey i need help

text — un: BUFFY

[bronze]

this is not me crossing the five day line but it is a warning. you tell anyone anything about what happened i will stake you.
i mean it, spike.

( ACTION. ) POST!WEDDING HEHEHE

[redsoil]

[ 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?

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[ripher]

[ It's very strange to be able to reach out like this -- to Spike of all people -- but Giles has to admit it's rather convenient. And it does mean he doesn't actually have to talk to Spike, which is a bonus. ]

I trust that you're feeling better now?