WHO: Spike and Faith (open to Buffy if she wished to join) WHERE: Spike's room WHEN: Thursday evening WHAT: Drinking, smoking, and just catching up WARNINGS: drinking, smoking, possible language STATUS: In Progress
It had been a bloody long day, as far as Spike was concerned. Just hours ago they had been arming up to finally bring the fight to the First. The battle itself had been sodding intense yet his grand finale had been something else altogether. Oh the vamp knew that that shiny bauble around his neck was dangerous as hell, but it wasn't until that radiant light appeared that he realized that victory really was possible. Of course all that power came with a price, and in Spike's case it was a steep one to be sure. Still even as his soul burned with such heat, immolating his body from the inside out, he couldn't stop himself from chuckling as he watched the whole cave start to crumble. One death to save the world, to keep the woman he loved safe from the First.
There was no doubt that only Hell was waiting for him on the other side of oblivion. But when he came too everything had changed. Being alive was a miracle, regardless of the how and why. However nothing could have prepared Spike for the fact that he was chosen to be some sort of agent of time. Before he could even start to get his bearings the news that both Buffy and Faith were here too just left the vamp on even shakier ground. Sure Faith was a welcome sight, despite the fact that just a few days ago the two of em had gotten into a punching match over part in that bloody mutiny. Yet despite all that the Slayer had come through in the end; and he earnestly was glad to hear that she had made it out of the Hellmouth. No it was hearing from Buffy that left him feeling so uncertain. After all going out on a high note; like saving the whole world, well that was a tough act to follow. She had told him that she loved him even, but some part of Spike refused to say it back this time. At the time a small piece of the vamp just reckoned that it'd be easier for her if he just let go...since they both knew he was dying right there in that place.
Now though, well now here he sat in the silence of his new room. Thoughts so muddled, emotions swirling about in that head and heart of his. "Can't get my bloody bearings..." With a sigh his head rested against the bedroom wall as he sat on the bed, inhaling another drag from his cigarette while his gaze remained fixed onto his hands. Some part of him really wondered if this wasn't just a dream, a way to try and shut out the pain he felt as those fires just burned through his very being. Before he could delve deeper into that thought though the vamp heard a knock on his door, and without looking up Spike just called out at last.