"I guess if you want to overanalyze, there's people who don't like lust. Go figure."
He runs his thumb over her cheekbone one more time, then kisses the tip of her nose. "I'm just glad I'm not one of them. So far as sins go, it doesn't seem quite on a par with some of the others."
Spike walks to the window and pulls back the shade. Today it's a view not unlike that from the window in the bar: the universe being unmade. It's huge and strong and roiling and bleak... or vast and endless and strangely beautiful. It gives a sense of time and as valid a sense of timelessness. There are balls of light, electric in nature, shooting off sparks into the multidimensional, multicolored darkness. He studies the view for a moment, then closes the shade again and turns back to Beth.
He might have something significant to say, but then again, he might not. He simply holds out his hand to her, though: not because he has any plan, but because it's what springs to mind.
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Date: 2004-11-30 09:00 pm (UTC)He runs his thumb over her cheekbone one more time, then kisses the tip of her nose. "I'm just glad I'm not one of them. So far as sins go, it doesn't seem quite on a par with some of the others."
Spike walks to the window and pulls back the shade. Today it's a view not unlike that from the window in the bar: the universe being unmade. It's huge and strong and roiling and bleak... or vast and endless and strangely beautiful. It gives a sense of time and as valid a sense of timelessness. There are balls of light, electric in nature, shooting off sparks into the multidimensional, multicolored darkness. He studies the view for a moment, then closes the shade again and turns back to Beth.
He might have something significant to say, but then again, he might not. He simply holds out his hand to her, though: not because he has any plan, but because it's what springs to mind.
He would take her to the stars, if only he could.