[A look to the side, as Spike examines his memory.]
I guess I've never given you flowers, no.
Not that I could've. Doesn't mean that much, does it?
[But those dark eyes, dark as they have ever been, stare right back into Vicious's white ones the same way they did when he told Vicious that he'd joined the Red Dragon for him, because of him— when he said it was to chase the feeling of a family, one he'd never known.
The same dark eyes that looked into his own when Vicious had called him up the stairs of the Van's headquarters out on that meteor to speak with Caliban, when they had truly signed their lives away to the Red Dragon forever. Melancholy, tired— but still there, still looking his way.]
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Date: 2023-03-01 03:23 am (UTC)I guess I've never given you flowers, no.
Not that I could've. Doesn't mean that much, does it?
[But those dark eyes, dark as they have ever been, stare right back into Vicious's white ones the same way they did when he told Vicious that he'd joined the Red Dragon for him, because of him— when he said it was to chase the feeling of a family, one he'd never known.
The same dark eyes that looked into his own when Vicious had called him up the stairs of the Van's headquarters out on that meteor to speak with Caliban, when they had truly signed their lives away to the Red Dragon forever. Melancholy, tired— but still there, still looking his way.]