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Who: Spike (7livesleft) and Julia (elusive_dove)
What: Reunions are always so bittersweet.
Where: The church.
When: Shortly after Julia's arrival.
And he thinks about how suddenly everything can come to a halt. Spike had been running headlong, straight into all the trouble he could make for himself, like he'd been restlessly searching for something he never expected to find. That he'd already lost.
But then there she was.
That was Julia. Always showing up the moment he'd managed to chase her from his thoughts. When he had given up looking.
The composure Spike maintained during their conversation dissipated almost as soon as he closed the connection, replaced with a nervous energy that seemed so foreign and so familiar. Forgetting everything he was doing right then, everything that had been occupying his time during the past several months, he grabbed his jacket and was out the door without a note or an explanation to anyone he left behind. Walking briskly towards the church, he tried to keep up with reality, all the while looking over his shoulder like he was just waiting for something to keep him from reaching it. It was on his mind so much that he couldn't even think to light a cigarette to calm the tension that pulled in every direction.
When he got there he knew there would be questions, even if she didn't ask them. It felt oddly fitting that his face was still marred in bruises, that under his shirt he wore bandages like a second set of clothing to hide stitches that had yet to heal. Like somehow he'd known she was coming and wanted to be just how she remembered him. It was a shame that he didn't have any flowers to bring her this time.
As soon as the building was in view, Spike's expression hardened. Funny how it was always the church. When Jet showed up in the city, he'd been there. Even after Faye arrived, he'd found her standing just outside of it. He never went there by choice, avoided it even, but he was drawn there every time by the ghosts of his past. He was never one for symbolism, but the building had a nostalgic quality that put him on edge. Or maybe that was something else.
He didn't hesitate until he had walked up the steps and imagined what was on the other side. Then he took a breath and opened the heavy wooden door, slipping in as quietly and casually as ever. Spike didn't move far, just stood in the door frame with his hands buried in his pockets, staring straight ahead, and waited for time to start up again.
ooc - sorry for taking so long! And for the tl;dr... I'll be better with replies. :)
What: Reunions are always so bittersweet.
Where: The church.
When: Shortly after Julia's arrival.
And he thinks about how suddenly everything can come to a halt. Spike had been running headlong, straight into all the trouble he could make for himself, like he'd been restlessly searching for something he never expected to find. That he'd already lost.
But then there she was.
That was Julia. Always showing up the moment he'd managed to chase her from his thoughts. When he had given up looking.
The composure Spike maintained during their conversation dissipated almost as soon as he closed the connection, replaced with a nervous energy that seemed so foreign and so familiar. Forgetting everything he was doing right then, everything that had been occupying his time during the past several months, he grabbed his jacket and was out the door without a note or an explanation to anyone he left behind. Walking briskly towards the church, he tried to keep up with reality, all the while looking over his shoulder like he was just waiting for something to keep him from reaching it. It was on his mind so much that he couldn't even think to light a cigarette to calm the tension that pulled in every direction.
When he got there he knew there would be questions, even if she didn't ask them. It felt oddly fitting that his face was still marred in bruises, that under his shirt he wore bandages like a second set of clothing to hide stitches that had yet to heal. Like somehow he'd known she was coming and wanted to be just how she remembered him. It was a shame that he didn't have any flowers to bring her this time.
As soon as the building was in view, Spike's expression hardened. Funny how it was always the church. When Jet showed up in the city, he'd been there. Even after Faye arrived, he'd found her standing just outside of it. He never went there by choice, avoided it even, but he was drawn there every time by the ghosts of his past. He was never one for symbolism, but the building had a nostalgic quality that put him on edge. Or maybe that was something else.
He didn't hesitate until he had walked up the steps and imagined what was on the other side. Then he took a breath and opened the heavy wooden door, slipping in as quietly and casually as ever. Spike didn't move far, just stood in the door frame with his hands buried in his pockets, staring straight ahead, and waited for time to start up again.
ooc - sorry for taking so long! And for the tl;dr... I'll be better with replies. :)