He stares into the empty mirror, his lips crooking into a smirk he knows Angel can’t see.
“Like a demon,” he answers, his voice sharp. “How’m I supposed to feel?”
“When I don’t have a soul, “Angel replies, “I usually feel like bleeding everyone I used to love dry and then bathing in the dust of their bones.”
“You’re an overdramatic ponce,” Spike says dismissively.
... just says EVERYTHING to me about the difference between Angel and Spike. And it is perfection in how it shows how much Spike gets Angel and how much Angel will NEVER get Spike. Hell... I don't even think Angel gets himself most of the time.
He’s worn his soul on the outside before. Carried it around with him in the shape of a Slayer, tucked it neatly into a charm that looked like a little girl. No matter where he keeps it, it never gets far.
“Yeah,” he says heavily. “Can’t have gotten far, right?”
And this just makes me imagine Spike thinking, "Soul? Pfft. Who needs a soul to behave?" Then smirking to himself with a huge quantity of smugness and thinking, "Oh yeah... Angel."
PS - I've also lost the ability to type, spell, put the correct name for the character I'm speaking of, etc... hence the 50,000 edits.
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on 2010-11-06 05:22 pm (UTC)This exchange -
“How you feeling?”
He stares into the empty mirror, his lips crooking into a smirk he knows Angel can’t see.
“Like a demon,” he answers, his voice sharp. “How’m I supposed to feel?”
“When I don’t have a soul, “Angel replies, “I usually feel like bleeding everyone I used to love dry and then bathing in the dust of their bones.”
“You’re an overdramatic ponce,” Spike says dismissively.
... just says EVERYTHING to me about the difference between Angel and Spike. And it is perfection in how it shows how much Spike gets Angel and how much Angel will NEVER get Spike. Hell... I don't even think Angel gets himself most of the time.
He’s worn his soul on the outside before. Carried it around with him in the shape of a Slayer, tucked it neatly into a charm that looked like a little girl. No matter where he keeps it, it never gets far.
“Yeah,” he says heavily. “Can’t have gotten far, right?”
And this just makes me imagine Spike thinking, "Soul? Pfft. Who needs a soul to behave?" Then smirking to himself with a huge quantity of smugness and thinking, "Oh yeah... Angel."
PS - I've also lost the ability to type, spell, put the correct name for the character I'm speaking of, etc... hence the 50,000 edits.