Spike (chipswiththat) wrote in marinanova, @ 2016-06-28 10:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | ianto jones, martha jones, nico di angelo, rebecca crane, spike |
Day 382 - action
[ He wakes alone, uncharacteristically early, and for the longest time he just lies there and listens to the silence. Not from the outside, mind you. Oh no. This is a peace and calm he hasn't felt since that one fateful night at the library, the scent of Jack's blood flooding his senses, a flash of light and then and then and then.
And now. Now there's nothing, no burning guilt, no searing unrelenting weight of his actions. There's nothing but hunger and silence and for a moment he doesn't know what to do about it, lays there on the too-soft bed and stares at the too-clean ceiling and waits for it to come rushing back, but no. Nothing. Getting up, getting dressed, Spike decides to make the most of this. He's quick to realize that the clunky ring on his finger works much like the gem of Amara, keeping the sun from scorching him and he really can't believe his luck. This, too? You're much too kind.
He finds some suitable clothes, a loose fitting button up instead of the usual black tee. With the demon thrumming in his chest with excitement, Spike heads out to paint this resort red. ]
((ooc: Heeeeeey have fun with soulless, Iniative-chipped Spike for the duration of the event! ))