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spiketheforsakensoul:

“While I’m inclined to agree with you on most counts, and while I do love a decent spot of violence, they gang up quick.  I’m not as lucky as you having powers beyond other vampires. Unless you count feeling guilty every now and again.”

Illyria thought on that a moment. True, he was an exceptional warrior and a rather interesting vampire, but he wasn’t wrong - he was still able to be killed. Even the greatest warriors fall. “I would not be opposed to destroying your enemies.” Gave her a reason for violence after all, and according to Angel if she was going to go about it then she needed a reason.

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magicmissmaclay:

Gasping, Tara struggled out from the rest of the rubble. Her leg was scratched, but not otherwise injured. “Thank you!” she gasped at the blue-haired superwoman. “Is anyone else trapped? W-we should try to help them.”

Illyria took a fleeting moment to feel out their surroundings. “There are no others.” It was said with certainly, waiting for the human to stand so that sh may lead the way out.

"Please! Please don't leave me!"

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     “Tell me. Why should I save you       when I have no attachment to you?”

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What can I say?

                                      I failed the written. 

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 Illyria→ as requested by theloupgaroux

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thebigbadspike:

She didn’t like that he wasn’t paying attention to her? Well she sure as hell had all of his attention now. Could probably get a good few rounds in with her stamina. The voice telling him no, he couldn’t do that to Fred was fading into the background. Which he felt bad about but Illyria was so tempting. And she wanted him to do this. Spike moved his hand slowly, fingers running along her collar. “…I usually try to be nicer for first times. Not so rough. Suppose it’s up to you.”

For a second she played with the idea of losing the blue, taking on Fred’s form completely, but then she remembered the negative reaction it had gotten previously and figured he wouldn’t like it. “I don’t know what pleases me.” Illyria answered, her attention on his touch. She’d figure it out, but for the moment she wasn’t sure what she wanted.

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for my muse to catch your singing in the shower

Spike stopped as he was passing by the bathroom, brow furrowing slightly until he figured out that the faint sounds he was hearing was of Illyria singing. Carefully he opened the door a crack to listen better, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

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thebigbadspike:

“Not all sex is like that,” he shrugged before adding “but it’s really fun when it is.” He lost the rest of what he was going to say to tell her no when suddenly her breast was in his hand and Illyria started talking about how her body was reacting. “…so you feel it? The want.” His eyes drifted again. “The need.” Spike was starting to lose the battle with himself.

“I don’t know.” Illyria answered honestly. She wasn’t used to these feelings, the longer she spent in this shell the more human emotions she was experiencing. Honestly she was still having trouble sorting through them and working out what was what. “I do know that your attentions have drifted from me lately and I don’t like it. I also know that I have never had human sexual intercourse before, I would like the first to be with you. I know that my body warms under your touch.” Her eyes fell to where his cool hand cupped her breast. Illyria was overwhelmed and confused by these feelings, but she wanted to explore them.

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for my muse to catch your singing in the shower

Spike stopped as he was passing by the bathroom, brow furrowing slightly until he figured out that the faint sounds he was hearing was of Illyria singing. Carefully he opened the door a crack to listen better, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

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Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters

"Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."

"I gotta go bribe a cop."

"But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."

"Please stop giving my mom cigars."

"Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."

"You've never done this before?"

"Maybe we can help each other."

"All I did was ask him for a drink."

"Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."

"I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."

"But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."

"I just don't feel like going home okay?"

"So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."

"Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."

"You haven't told me anything about you."

"Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."

"I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."

"And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"

"After what you told me, I'm never going home again."

"I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."

"I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."

"Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."

"I know how hard this must be for you."

"You have no idea how any of this is for me."

"They have to pay for what they've done."

"They won't listen."

"We'll make them listen."

"You do not want to test me."

"You think this is still about you?"

"You should have just killed me. You coward."

"This is an offer, not an order."

"I did some digging into your, uh past activities."

"A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."

"I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."

"Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."

"I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."

"Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."

"He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."

"I want you to touch my face."

"Just tell me what you feel."

"You need anything else, you know where to find me."

"You want the short answer or the long one?"

"We need to contain this."

"Lying to that woman is impossible."

"Choose a side."

"I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."

"That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."

"Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."

"Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."

"Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."

"Let's get this started."

"You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."

"Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."

"Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."

"Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"

"What a shithole."

"This is my life and I made something of it, without you."

"Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."

"Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"

"You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."

"Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."

"We all pay for our choices."

"I've learned a lot since you've been gone."

"You're a dick."

"Say that you want my help."

"I want you to help yourself."

"I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."

"In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."

"I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."

"Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."

"You do your job, I'll do mine."

"On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."

"So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"

"You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."

"Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."

"If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."

"We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."

"Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."

"Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."

"You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."

"I'm not afraid to die."

"We'll be together, that's all that matters."

"You really think that this will change anything?"

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glorified-bricklayer:

“That’s a creative way of putting it. I would have said you can see it in his eyes, he had this sort of  look of a constant kicked puppy when he has a soul.”Xander smiled a bit and shifted “where is he right now anyways?”

Illyria frowned - this one spoke funny and she wasn’t sure she was following him for a bit there. A puppy? She shook off the confusion. “He is residing in the City of Angels.” That’s what they called it these days. “In my time the city was made of monuments higher than your tallest skyscrapers all in reverence of me. My subjects scurried the earth and tore apart those who would think themselves worthy enough to scavenge of the land I walked upon.” There was an almost nostalgic gleam to her eyes.

"I'm the thing that monsters have nightmares about."

“huh… you don’t say?”

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thebigbadspike:

Pointing out the fact he had a hard on was one thing but smelling his arousal was a bit more on the uncomfortable, probably shouldn’t share that with the class side of things. Spike tried to discreetly adjusted himself despite knowing it was pointless. “…sex is about feeling, not some perverse study. I’m not some lab monkey here t’ shag you into understanding. Y'have to just…want it. On a primitive level.” That came out better than he expected for not having any idea what he was saying.

Illyria’s eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in is jeans once more before they returned to his blue hues. “I don’t understand. Your body responds to my advances, it wants for this form and yet you would deny it? Is this not as primitive as your kind gets? Clawing and mouthing at each other like wild animals unable to contain their lusts.” Her hand reach for his, bringing it to rest on her breast. “This body warms for you. You are not unpleasing to my eye and it’s causing the blood behind my ears to pump loudly.”

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for my muse to catch your singing in the shower

Spike stopped as he was passing by the bathroom, brow furrowing slightly until he figured out that the faint sounds he was hearing was of Illyria singing. Carefully he opened the door a crack to listen better, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

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spiketheforsakensoul:

“Yeh, special as an albino buffalo,” Spike said still finding it amusing that he was considered not normal.  That was the story of his human life and his unlife. “It’s not usually something I go around advertising.  Not always seen as a positive thing in most circles.”

A small frown puckered her brow - she didn’t understand that reference. “Others resent you for your difference. Those are the ones who are usually weak and should be crushed like bugs under your feet.”

On the Prowl

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magicmissmaclay:

“Just p-please don’t go!” Tara’s eyes had begun filling with tears from the pain of the beam trapping her leg.

Something tugged in Illyria’s chest - human emotions, they were so disgusting she could choke on them. “Very well.” The demon strode forward, easily lifting the beam off of the human and tossing it away.

"Please! Please don't leave me!"

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     “Tell me. Why should I save you       when I have no attachment to you?”

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30 Days of Whedon

Day 06. Favorite episode of Angel?

(Major spoilers follow, including main character deaths for Buffy, Angel, Serenity, Dollhouse, and Avengers)

The is no contest here. “A Hole in the World”. Such pain, such loss, two years of build up in this relationship and falling in love with Fred - I’m talking about the.audience, including myself here - and we lose her. This is, for me, the most shocking of all Whedon deaths. Usually, they are so sudden. Jenny, Paul, Wash, Wes, Coulson. It’s quick and over in an instant. Joyce and Book we find dead. But for an entire episode we hope they will save her, and TV laws say she’ll make it. But no, she doesn’t. And then we have to see her face for months.

(I’m writing this while walking home from work and I’m am tearing up)

Even watching that episode that night, there was a sense of dread. We hoped she would make it, should make it. But no.

This episode has plenty of qualifiers. There were only a handful of episodes left to deal with Illyria; the relationship felt forced out just for this moment; Spike and Angel’s arc was emotionless. Still, the episide changed everything. Wes, Lorne, and Gunn were done. Illyria was a great character to add to the cast. But Fred…

The week after this episode aired, I was flipping through a TV Guide (google it, kids) in the grocery store and had to hide my tears at the full page ad: “Fred’s dead. Now what?”

And yes, I still get choked up at the line “Why can’t I stay?”

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I lived seven lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god.