Dear Buffy,
So here goes nothing… Seriously, luv, this is beyond poncy and you damn well know it. You're just making me do this 'cause of that demon I stole from you last night. No way did you like the sappy crap I came up with on Valentine's Day. It was fucking Valentine's Day, Slayer! Love's bitch here! Ringing any bells?
Oh, to Hell with it! I'm not writing you love letters just so you can laugh your ass off later.
Yours frustratedly,
Spike
Dear Spike,
Never took you for a coward, baby. A pain in the ass, a moron, a pig but never a coward. It's a shame really. So since the mighty vampire couldn't man up to a love letter, I'll just have to prove my superiority once again.
So how do you write a love letter? Like am I supposed to go all "I need you. I want you. I love you!" or "The first time I saw you…" or "The moment I realized I was in love with you…". Oh, should there be poetry involved? Or maybe some Rihanna lyrics? Though she's not much with the romance recently so maybe not.
Will wait for the clarifications.
P.S. You're so gonna get it for that demon tomorrow morning when I leave you without any hot water and forget to stop at the butcher's on the way home.
Yours,
Buffy
Dear Buffy,
No song lyrics! And certainly no bleeding Rihanna! Not gonna prove your love by making my eyes bleed out of their sockets?!
A love letter is about how you feel, luv. There's no format. You just pour out your soul on the paper. That's the beauty of it. Or it was back when I was alive. I don't get why you have your heart set on freaking love letters since we live in the same bloody apartment! You know you can come up to me and tell me you love me anytime, yeah? And I'll make sure to think of a way for you to prove it afterwards.
P.S. You forgot some of that hot water, pet. I might have left some in the tub tonight too, might have even dropped a few candles around by mistake.
All my love,
Spike
Dear Spike,
I wrote five letters before sealing this one. If I had just come up to you that would've been five Buffy babbles, 15 minutes each. So whatever my soul says, yeah?
It says that I never thought I'd smile when I see wet towers on the floor and bloody mugs in the sink. And that's not encouragement for your laziness! Just means that somehow I love even the small annoying 'omg! This is so gross!' things about you.
And I love the fact that you found the time to write me a love letter when you were supposed to be off fighting Grandma demons. Because no one has ever written one for me before…
Love you,
Buffy
Groo-Ma demons…
I love you!
Spike