[ he nearly runs right into her on the sandpath, he was trying to read the map on his device. stupid- he's no cartographer but is that supposed to be...? wait, no that's a river. why is it telling him he's standing in a river? spike turns the phone right side up and lifts his eyebrows nearly to his hairline. oh. never mind. he's different than when she last saw him, and not just because he was all shiny with the flame of heroness. his hair is wild in curls without any product to tame it back and the yellow jumpsuit he'd been given is stained with red dust and sand around the hems, the sleeves of the thing ripped clean off. he also hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. which makes him even more unfocused than usual really.
upon nearly coliding with her, their shoulders brush and he intends to just keep pressing on. there's no way to say sorry unless he makes a deal out of syncing their devices, and like hell he's learned any sign language. but he's frozen, belatedly, as he takes her in: golden hair, slight pout, wide hazel eyes that look slightly greener as they catch the light; and maybe the blue against it all is helping the contrast. his unnecessary breath catches in as close to a noise as he dares to make, his gaze falling on her like he's never seen her before. ] Buffy. [ a whisper, but he can't help it. he doesn't even look to see if the monsters are coming for him. she's here. a hand stretches out, intending for his fingers to fall softly on her cheek. ]
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upon nearly coliding with her, their shoulders brush and he intends to just keep pressing on. there's no way to say sorry unless he makes a deal out of syncing their devices, and like hell he's learned any sign language. but he's frozen, belatedly, as he takes her in: golden hair, slight pout, wide hazel eyes that look slightly greener as they catch the light; and maybe the blue against it all is helping the contrast. his unnecessary breath catches in as close to a noise as he dares to make, his gaze falling on her like he's never seen her before. ] Buffy. [ a whisper, but he can't help it. he doesn't even look to see if the monsters are coming for him. she's here. a hand stretches out, intending for his fingers to fall softly on her cheek. ]