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Spike and Buffy to Guilty by Marina and the Diamonds
(asked by claidissa)
I was dreaming something bad,
hiding body parts;
a broken dagger, broken leg.
I left it cold, I left it dead.
Oh, I’m a guilty one
and I know what I have done.
Yeah, I’m a troubled one
and I won’t be forgiven.
“You’re beneath me.”
—-
“From beneath you, it devours.”
They put the spark in me, and now all it does is burn.
(for wewillalwaysenduphere)
six favorite caps - Buffy the Vampire Slayer 5x18; Intervention
(asked by happiness22)
They put the spark in me. And now all it does is burn.
Out! This is my place. You need permission to be here. You need a special slip with a stamp. You go off and try to wall up the bad parts and put your heart back in where it fell out. You call yourself finished, but you’re not. Worse than ever, you are. You went away. You’ve been gone since… tragedy. Is there blood? You did it once. I heard about it. Look at you, glowing. What’s a word means “glowing”? Gotta rhyme. Oh, ah, no. I-I-I should hide. Hide from you. Hide my face. You know what I did. Everyone’s talking to me. No one’s talking to each other. Someone isn’t here. Button, button, who’s got the button? My money’s on the witch. Red’s a bad girl. They think you did it. The slayer and her boy. They think you took the skin. I have to go. There are things here without permission. I have to check their slips. Make sure they have authorization.
And you may be acquainted with the night,
but I have seen the darkness in the day.
And you must know it is a terrifying sight,
because you and I are living the same way.
Spike: The-the thing is, I had a speech. I learned it all. Oh, god, she won’t understand, she won’t understand.
Warren: Of course she won’t understand, Sparky. I’m beyond her understanding. She’s a girl! With sugar and spice and everything, useless unless you’re baking. I’m more than that. More than flesh—
Glory: More than blood. I’m — you know, I honestly don’t think there’s a human word fabulous enough for me. Oh, my name will be on everyone’s lips. Assuming their lips haven’t been torn off. But not just yet. That’s all right, though.
Adam: I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters. She’s exactly where I want her to be. And so are you, number 17. You’re right where you belong.
The Mayor: So what’d you think, you’d get your soul back and everything would be jim dandy? A soul’s slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine? Well, you probably thought that you’d be your own man. And I respect that.
Drusilla: But you never will. You’ll always be mine. You’ll always be in the dark with me. Singing our little songs. You like our little songs, don’t you? You’ve always liked them, right from the beginning. And that’s where we’re going.
The Master: Right back to the beginning! Not the bang, not the word… the true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we’re all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You’ll learn you’re a pathetic schmuck, if it hasn’t sunk in already. Look at you; tried to do what’s right. Just like her. You still don’t get it. It’s not about right. Not about wrong.
Buffy: It’s about power.
