Random-Ass Open RP

[effulgent]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too. I make no promises for logic, especially if I don't know the canon.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits! If the character has no icons yet, I will find icons. Or you can make me pick.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[bigbad]

[It's... nice. Makes his heart feel warm instead of cold and dead in his chest. He watches her, a little confused at the gesture and how it makes him feel. Is this what it's like for her boy? Sweet and caring? For a moment, he's consumed with jealousy. This isn't the sort of kiss she'd usually give him, as much as any of their kisses can be called usual. Even when they'd been engaged from Willow's spell, they's always slipped in tongue and open mouths and fire. The attraction between the two of them was far to visceral and primal to allow for gentleness. And for a moment, he wants it. He wants cuddling and chaste kissing and holding hands and all the things she'd do with the boy and not with Spike. He wants it so bad, it almost hurts.

Then he's over it. That's how he was with Drusilla. Never with Buffy, who he hates. Vicious, bloody shagging sessions that leave both of them raw and aching for weeks, that's what he wants with Buffy. It's better. Less emotionally fulfilling, maybe, but what does William the Bloody care for emotions? He wants the fire. Why else would he shag his nemesis?

And yet, he smiles at her. No reason to be mean when they're not shagging, he tells himself, though he's not quite sure why he'd want to be nice. Maybe if he's nice, she'll be more interested in coming back. Girls like nice guys, right? Except he thinks back to when he was bloody nice and how bloody Cecily thought that he was beneath her. No. Girls don't like it when guys are nice. That's not the way to win her heart. Not that he even wants her heart.

The smile twists into a smirk.] Go on, then. Keep pretending.

[slay]

Right. You, too.

[ she tucks her chin, glancing down, then away, then turning her body to follow the line of her head and about faces to start walking away from him. she saw that smile. and she felt his gentleness and she doesn't really understand what to make of it. it's frightening and mollifying all at once.

all too happy to pretend she'd never seen that, that she'd only seen the smirk, that he didn't have the capacity for anything else because it made things simpler. more straightforward. the less gray area, the more sense it all made, and spike had already been firmly stuck in gray area courtesy of that chip and his weird deal-striking.

but if he ever got that chip out ... she couldn't go through that. not again. chip couldn't blur the line. he still wanted to be evil, he was just ... tethered. and she was convenient as long as he was, because it was the most damage he could do. her hand reached up as she walked away and rubbed over her neck, thoughtful and distracted. over where he'd bitten her. ]