Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
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Summary: Just a bit of Spike being introspective
There were times, late at night, when soft, pale trails of dawn played at the horizon and his mortal lover was deep in sleep that Spike thought about his unlife, and what was expected of him.
He was a demon, a killer. It was his place to be out in the world causing mayhem- death and destruction strewn in his wake.
It used to be that way- so much blood on his hands, and he had revelled in it. But one miscast glance at the dark man in his arms and it meant nothing. Destruction no longer smouldered in his chest, festering like a pestilent gouge were his heart once beat. Now those infernal fires burned with desire, the flames stoked and tamped by the love of one mortal man.
Watching as Xander slowly awoke, his soulful chocolate eyes slowly focusing on him, smiling his bright loving smile, Spike knew what was expected of him; knew what he desired- expectations be damned!