"Love is a Smoke"
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lover's eyes."
-Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
~*~
The crack of a gun, a puff of smoke as the bullet left the short barrel. The silent swing of a katana, a swish and a slight squelch as the steel plunged through clothing and into skin. Two matching pools of blood.
They stared at each other, devil and dragon, and everything was squared away at that moment. They exchanged a knowing look and a synchronized sigh. Vicious's eyes sparked with emotion and approaching death, and Spike's gleamed in return.
Then Vicious coughed and gasped, and fell backwards. His hand dropped the katana and fell to his chest, fingers splayed over his bleeding wound, and he sighed raggedly. "Goodbye." The words were barely discernable between his gasps as he choked on his own blood.
Spike leaned over his ex-everything-in-the-world and brushed a lock of white hair off the paling face. "We should have never let her get between us." He leaned farther over and pressed his own bloody lips against Vicious's; the other responded by opening his mouth for a quick touch of tongue, and then turned his head and hacked out blood. His eyes went dull and his chest stilled; the blood stopped pumping and merely poured.
Spike rose and walked away from the body, out of the room and down steps. They stood before him, not realizing the severity of the situation. They only thought of death.
They didn't know about the smoke and the fire. Spike saw that puff again as he stumbled down the steps, hand held to his chest as Vicious had held his own wound, and he felt his eyes begin to burn. He felt as if he was consumed by flame: in the stab wound, in his head, in his hands, but most of all in his eyes. He sighed once more, and gasped for breath. Finally the fire in his eyes spilled over and began to burn the way it always should have.
Assembled below him, they watched as he lifted his hand from his chest and, bloody fingers lacing together, shot an imaginary bullet at them.
"Bang."
:::burn and smoulder:::
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lover's eyes."
-Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
~*~
The crack of a gun, a puff of smoke as the bullet left the short barrel. The silent swing of a katana, a swish and a slight squelch as the steel plunged through clothing and into skin. Two matching pools of blood.
They stared at each other, devil and dragon, and everything was squared away at that moment. They exchanged a knowing look and a synchronized sigh. Vicious's eyes sparked with emotion and approaching death, and Spike's gleamed in return.
Then Vicious coughed and gasped, and fell backwards. His hand dropped the katana and fell to his chest, fingers splayed over his bleeding wound, and he sighed raggedly. "Goodbye." The words were barely discernable between his gasps as he choked on his own blood.
Spike leaned over his ex-everything-in-the-world and brushed a lock of white hair off the paling face. "We should have never let her get between us." He leaned farther over and pressed his own bloody lips against Vicious's; the other responded by opening his mouth for a quick touch of tongue, and then turned his head and hacked out blood. His eyes went dull and his chest stilled; the blood stopped pumping and merely poured.
Spike rose and walked away from the body, out of the room and down steps. They stood before him, not realizing the severity of the situation. They only thought of death.
They didn't know about the smoke and the fire. Spike saw that puff again as he stumbled down the steps, hand held to his chest as Vicious had held his own wound, and he felt his eyes begin to burn. He felt as if he was consumed by flame: in the stab wound, in his head, in his hands, but most of all in his eyes. He sighed once more, and gasped for breath. Finally the fire in his eyes spilled over and began to burn the way it always should have.
Assembled below him, they watched as he lifted his hand from his chest and, bloody fingers lacing together, shot an imaginary bullet at them.
"Bang."
:::burn and smoulder:::