Spike was in his room, sprawled on his bed, listening to the noise of Angel and Drusilla in the other room. She didn't want love tonight, she wanted to be punished. That was what Angel liked to do, that was his thing. Not so different from his brother after all. He had turned the TV on nice and loud but what did that do? It didn't drown it out. It didn't stop it from being what it was.
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he frowned, pulling it free and looking it over. Nicolas was the brightest spark in his life at the moment, the thing he wanted but he knew he couldn't have. Their band was slowly gaining momentum, they'd recorded music and were slowly getting more recognition but only because he was more inspired, he was really trying lately. His songs had meaning because Nicolas gave it to him. He read the message a few times before he decided on what to say. It may very well be a mistake but what did he even have to lose? He was no stranger to a broken heart.
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Date: 2015-10-04 09:05 pm (UTC)He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he frowned, pulling it free and looking it over. Nicolas was the brightest spark in his life at the moment, the thing he wanted but he knew he couldn't have. Their band was slowly gaining momentum, they'd recorded music and were slowly getting more recognition but only because he was more inspired, he was really trying lately. His songs had meaning because Nicolas gave it to him. He read the message a few times before he decided on what to say. It may very well be a mistake but what did he even have to lose? He was no stranger to a broken heart.
When have I ever not wanted you?