divided | ( open post! ) voicetest → amy pond

[ amy shifts so she's not back to back with him any longer. she can easily rest her head on his shoulder and it'll be comfortable. ] Romance. Tell me how this handsome bloke wins the fair maiden's hand with his bleach hair and lovely words.

[ and she does just that, resting her chin on his shoulder, glancing at his cheek. he has such strong bone structure. she likes it. ] Make me swoon at the knees, sailor.

Edited (i'm editing for the icon i can't live like this) 2013-10-05 03:04 (UTC)

[ her breath washing over his skin gives him a slight shudder, closing his eyes for just a second to ground himself again. how was it that this girl could throw him so firmly off kilter without even trying? ]

I don't have lovely anything, and I'm no sailor. I'm a creature of the night! [ and he felt it down, as nightfall began to settle around them, darkness overtaking their small sanctuary. but the argument is weak even to him, and he knows it's time to start the story and stop arguing already. ]

Did eat some sailors once though. Some Germans. Got to wear the getup before Angel threw me out to sea. [ wait this isn't the story he's supposed to be telling... ] Did I ever tell you about the girl and the demon head?

[ let's go to italy, amychan ]

[ amy rolls her eyes. he may be a creature of the night, but he is quite the lovely one. last time she had crossed paths with vampires, they had tried to make her into one. spike was different; she doesn't understand how he is, but he just is, and she likes it, that he's not your average bloke or creature of the night. she wishes the doctor was here to meet him; he'd probably like him, demote amy as a companion and take spike everywhere. spike couldn't grow old, after all. ]

[ she smiles. ] No, but something tells me you're about to.

Sure am. [ he turned his head to look at her, setting his forehead against hers for just a second before looking back up at the sky. ] This one stars our hero, Captain Peroxide, of course. And his sidekick, Stupid-Low-Hanging-Forehead-Brooder-Man.

[ spike gives that one a second to sink in. not his best work, but sometimes the simple approach was the best one. he reached up, closing his hand around her wrist and dragging her closer. as close as this position would allow. ]

Don't know if you've ever had a run-in with the mafia, but I'm pretty sure you've never met this one. Demon mob, Italian based, and ugly as all get-out. Funny thing is about the demon mafia, they don't take kindly to getting beheaded. Well, anyway, I've told you about all that Wolfram and Hart mess, so somehow it was up to the heroes of this story to put it right. And so the noble newly ensouled and newly corporealized protagonist set out, with I guess the help of that other guy, for Rome.

( open post! ) voicetest → amy pond

what have you done now 8|

idek

you're so beautiful to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

i hope you like my 2 am tags i think they are the most quality tbh