#echolaliia: spike

[kxllerblond]

" i am grateful, you know. for everything you've ever done for me... i notice. and i see you. and i've never thanked you properly before, so... thank you. " — Spike

❝-—Are you high? ❞ because that was totally a normal reaction to have, Clark. His face scrunches with both awkward discomfort and distaste. He looks the man up and down and then up again, clucks his tongue moodily.

❝ Don't ever express your gratitude to me like that again. It's strange and I don't like it. ❞

[faildetective]

CONT. X / @echolaliia

  ❝ Are you done? I can get like...they make books, probably. I mean, if you're lookin' to see how many more fucking corny-ass references you can shoehorn into one sentence. ❞ exasperated was about as close as Jack got to being pissed; he never seemed blood-boiling angry ever, just pulled taut and frustrated to the point he'd gesture with his hands more than usual and his voice would sound pinched and there'd be just a bit more coherency to him than usual.

He came down from his tantrum instantly at the mention of his accessories, one hand coming to cup his necklace and the other his belt buckle protectively. ❝ -—These are vintage. And it is not a Gigolo necklace, alright? I've gotten a lot of compliments on this piece. ❞ from mostly very older women, admittedly.

❝ What are you gonna do? Can't you just...❞ he frees one hand to curl a middle and index finger to pantomime fangs while he gives a slight hiss for theatrical emphasis. ❝ You know? Vampire stuff? ❞

[petitsdieu]

Spike is an efficient killer, sneak attack, and quick drain unless collecting a personal vindication or trophy.... Hara however...Falls in love with every bite. — @echolaliia

❛ Don't be in a hurry to close this. ❜

How many moments have to die too quickly? It is inelegant as it is devastatingly sad. Theoretically, they have all the time in the world. What could possibly wedge them out of their family pattern? She's got her ten sappy fingers on his shoulders now. A foot in before the door closes.

As clinical and swift as he is with his eatings, she can see the bleed on his sleeve. He's got one big heart himself. And if it could gush a melody for her, she knows it can and has elsewhere. She does not pry into his personal life much but maybe she should. And maybe she's reading too into the small changes in his mood.

❛ I mean it. I care for you so much I could weep. ❜

And she has; the Serotonin levels go both ways for tears. Happy, sad, pleasure, everything and everything else in-between. She never thought she'd love someone like a father — a word that had only known derogatory term finally learns the sediment side. That was all his doing.

❛ Please, talk to me. Is there something wrong? ❜