[ Not for the reasons Nat might think. Not all of them, at least.
Spike thinks of her, her eyes somewhere else and hair catching the light, warm and loved and finished. Clawing through six feet of dirt, alone, because none of her friends thought that far ahead. None knew what it'd be like, to be dead and then suddenly not.
And he's too selfish to wish they'd undo it. They know that, too. ]
I remember. Memories are in there deep, but...not the feeling of it, exactly.
No such thing as a fresh start, love. No matter what they sell you.
( it's out before she can really think about the consequences of asking — death is always at the forefront of her mind, a close friend, her worst enemy. if she was really meant to die in the wilderness, then she's a walking corpse now, stumbling between surviving and the inevitable moment of her death. maybe tomorrow. maybe the day after that. it's shauna shipman or a gun. )
sorry, spike. you don't have to answer that. i feel kinda bad you get to live forever. that feels like like way worse than dying young
( do you ever want it all to be over? she thinks. do you ever wish your teammates were just a little bit faster? )
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[ Not for the reasons Nat might think. Not all of them, at least.
Spike thinks of her, her eyes somewhere else and hair catching the light, warm and loved and finished. Clawing through six feet of dirt, alone, because none of her friends thought that far ahead. None knew what it'd be like, to be dead and then suddenly not.
And he's too selfish to wish they'd undo it. They know that, too. ]
I remember. Memories are in there deep, but...not the feeling of it, exactly.
No such thing as a fresh start, love. No matter what they sell you.
cw: suicide ideation
( it's out before she can really think about the consequences of asking — death is always at the forefront of her mind, a close friend, her worst enemy. if she was really meant to die in the wilderness, then she's a walking corpse now, stumbling between surviving and the inevitable moment of her death. maybe tomorrow. maybe the day after that. it's shauna shipman or a gun. )
sorry, spike. you don't have to answer that.
i feel kinda bad you get to live forever. that feels like
like way worse than dying young
( do you ever want it all to be over? she thinks. do you ever wish your teammates were just a little bit faster? )
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My maker. One who turned me. Hurt like hell, for a minute, but then--
[ Oblivion and rebirth, stronger and faster and sure of everything, leaving every sneering idiot who laughed at him in the dust. ]
Then you're on top of the food chain. Top of the world.
So you wouldn't take it, then? If I offered to turn you. Get the death part over with, your girlfriends couldn't eat you anymore.