Spare
G
50 words
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Nothing of Spike was soft. Sharp, angled cheekbones matched piercing, flame-blue eyes. Cold sneer belied full lips. Bright hair as bleached of color as his pale, moon-kissed skin. Hipbones and collarbones jutted harshly. His whole form, shifting muscle under marble-smooth flesh, was as spare and thin as a razor blade.