You don't feel the descent when it begins. It might have started when you found him in the basement. He reached out and touched your check, feral and tender all at once. Perhaps it was earlier. A bruised face brought about by a darker god than his maker might have been the harbinger of that fateful slip, when you first fell.
You tumble slowly, a descent marked by crosses, invisible tormentors, chains and a feeling of weariness that accompanies you always. You can see that it weighs upon him too. A face that is supposed to be immortal ages quickly under the strains of recent months. You keep falling, he is your companion on a journey you didn't know you were on.
You didn't lie to Angel. When he asked if you loved Spike, you didn't. You were still falling, and the best you could describe the experience was to tell him that Spike was in your heart. You finally hit the ground at the worst possible moment, but there's no denying that you have arrived.
"I love you"
"No you don't. But thanks for saying it."
You fell as if the ground has been ripped from beneath your feet. It seems you still have farther to fall.
You tumble slowly, a descent marked by crosses, invisible tormentors, chains and a feeling of weariness that accompanies you always. You can see that it weighs upon him too. A face that is supposed to be immortal ages quickly under the strains of recent months. You keep falling, he is your companion on a journey you didn't know you were on.
You didn't lie to Angel. When he asked if you loved Spike, you didn't. You were still falling, and the best you could describe the experience was to tell him that Spike was in your heart. You finally hit the ground at the worst possible moment, but there's no denying that you have arrived.
"I love you"
"No you don't. But thanks for saying it."
You fell as if the ground has been ripped from beneath your feet. It seems you still have farther to fall.