taxonomites | 002 [Accidental Visual | Location: Castle Summers] If my heart could beat it would break my chest.

Spike and Buffy are standing together, looking awkward.

"Sorry," Spike says. "I mean... I won't do it again or anything."

Buffy looks pained. "Don't," she answers, too quickly. "Don't apologize. It's my fault." And now, because she doesn't know what to do, other than run away, that's more or less what she intends to do. "I should... I should go."

"Buffy, wait." Spike touches her shoulder. He's not sure exactly what he's going to say, but he needs to make her understand. He opens his mouth, the music rises, and he starts to sing.

"Are we done for now,
Or is this for good,
Will there be something in time?
With us there should.

Only girl for me is you,
There can be no other one,
If I didn't have faith,
I would come undone.

So much promise in your eyes
Seems that I can only see
It always makes me wonder
If you save it all for me."

He drops her arm, turning away.

"Maybe you do.
Maybe you don't.
Maybe you should,
Probably wont."

He turns back towards her.

"Because there will be... "

He grabs her arm and pulls her to the barn at a dance-run. When he gets there he climbs a little up the stair and turns to her.

"There will be other guys
Who will whisper in your ear.
Say they'll take away you sadness
And your fears.

They may be kind and true.
They may be good for you,
But they'll never care for you
More than I do…."

He jumps off the staircase and circles her, grabbing her hands and meeting her eyes.

"I'll be always there
There to the end
I can't do much
But be your one true friend.

To the end
Through the end
Our lives to spend
With each other till the end
Of time... "

He drops her hands and dances around the barn for a while, doing flips off haystacks and swinging around the rafters and stuff. Finally he lands and the music slows. He pulls her close until their faces are almost touching.

"Still see the promise in your eyes
And still wonder if it's for me,
But I know it's still there
Even when you sleep."

He steps back, hands lingering for a moment before he drops them. He turns to walk out of the barn.

"So I say, good night sweet girl."

The music finally stops as he leaves the barn and he realizes that he just confessed his feelings to Buffy in song again. He groans and sinks to the ground against the barn. "Balls."

[ooc: Spike is singing Good Night Sweet Girl by Ghost of the Robot. That happens to be James Marsters' band, so it's actually Spike singing in that file. Enjoy that. Also, trolling responses can be answered by Spike or Buffy. If you want one in particular, specify so that we'll know.]

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Learn to use the lock, Angel. There's a button.

[ she doesn't say it harshly, she'd just... rather not hear angel talking about her instead of to her. ]

I thought I did... Uhg, all these buttons look the same.

[ no they don't, angel, you just fail that much. go back to the 1700s. — though hey, look! he got it on his own. whoever said button mashing doesn't work. ]

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You really should've told him.

[ ordinarily she would mock him for his tech fail, but she's not in the mood right now, alas. ]

I know. [ a pause. ] I'm really screwing up.

Hey, you're talking to the king of really screwing up. It's a hurdle, I'll give you that, but you find a way over them and Spike learns to deal. Just gonna take some time. Do him a favor, though, and be upfront with him from now on? He mopes, it's annoying.

Yeah, well Dawn actually crowned me the 'Dysfunction Queen' a while back, so don't get cocky with the title. [ is that humor? maybe a tiny bit. ]

I will. I was just... I don't know, waiting for the right time. And then the right time never happened. And then this happened. And... the rest is me-really-screwing-up history.

Keep your queenship, I'm good with my— [ prophecy of horrors. ] —previously existing long list of dysfunctional titles.

There's never a right time. [ he'd tried to wait for the right time to break up with her, once upon a time. no time had been right for that. ]

[ yeah but any time is better than right before PROM, angel. tsk. ]

Guess not. [ pause. ] Your son's a sweetheart, by the way.

[ he does not understand the emphasis on your teenage traditions, especially ones that he engaged in growing up as casually as you sit down to watch tv. prom does not compute. ]

Connor? You spoke to him— [ cue the panicking, because this gap, he has not filled in for the kid. ] Oh God, you didn't...tell him that we used to...did you?

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[ well at least he showed up in the end, modernity!fail that he is. ]

I showed him around when he arrived, yeah. [ oh dear angel, you should tread VERY carefully here. ]

And no, I didn't. Why, would it be a problem if I had?

[ VERY carefully. ]

No. Yes. No. Not really. That's...just something I should tell him. You just never came up, before. Connor and I haven't had much time to sit down and talk about things don't pertain to the world ending. There's a lot he doesn't know— not just about you, but Sunnydale in general and that hundred year gap between then and before I got my soul back.

[ angel is sort of fail at this parenting thing, as you might've noticed, buffy. :| ...little does he know, spike already spilled the beans. ]

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