When
the silver hawk cries who is there to comfort him?
When
the lone coyote dies who will mourn his death?
The
same star that shines on them
She
will be the saving grace of both.
Spike found the trip harder than usual. This was the longest he went without food in a long time. It wasn't so bad when it was just him and Jet, even with Ein, it wasn't so bad. Hell, even with the brat there was enough to eat. But that... woman...It was a wonder they haven't all starved to death. To think he had found Faye desirable at one point.
For the breifest of moments, he was drawn to her looks and arrogance that rivaled his own. The desire he felt, was destroyed the moment she opened her mouth. Her selfish behaviour and rude manner turned him off completely.
In truth, he liked his women fiesty and longed to meet an equal, one that could overtake him in a battle situation. Though he had his opinions about women and flirted with many, it always came back to thoughts of ... her...He even had to will himself not to even speak her name. It was best to try to forget her, for her own sake. He caused Julia much more greif than he was worth and he tried many times to move on, but found himself wanting her of more endearing qualities: her soft commanding voice when she comforted him, her kindness, and inner strength.
He missed her, everything about her; her hair, bright yet sad eyes, her feather-like touches, leaving the skin tingling as if it had been teased. His thoughts wandered and he shook himself free of them. Times like this, he wished he could have the patience for books, to have something else to think about. These long trips through the gate were ardious enough... but in the end Spike always ended up thinking way too much.