Nicolas reached up to put his hand against Spike's chest, finally touching the plectrum he'd given him all those years ago without thinking much of it. Now it had kind of become a symbol of so many things, not least of all of everything he denied himself, because he hadn't wanted to replace Lestat in any way and nothing with Spike could ever be casual. But here he was now, with everything he was torn apart and destroyed, but Spike still wanted him anyway.
"William." He just whispered the name and turned his head so he could brush his lips against Spike's face. "I'll be yours then."
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Date: 2015-10-04 11:11 pm (UTC)"William." He just whispered the name and turned his head so he could brush his lips against Spike's face. "I'll be yours then."