action + joint post ✪ out of some sentimental gain -- i wanted you to feel my pain

[herotypical]

[ buffy and spike have been out a-missioning -- only it hasn't gone quite as...merrily as they might have hoped. you see, they’re back a little early. spike decided to make an escape attempt and, in doing so, he’s brought malnosso justice down on both their heads. it’s all terribly unfair.

their punishment? one doozy of a bodyswap. spike is buffy and buffy is spike. and neither of them are too pleased about it.

sartre once claimed that 'hell is other people'; however, a situation like this makes a convincing argument that hell is, in fact, being other people. after they argue their way out of a proverbial wet paper bag and manage to find better clothing than the new feather garb they're initially given, they'll be available (throughout the next few days) to be mocked or sympathized with or awkwardly avoided all around town, depending on the individual.

find top comments below for either buffy's thread or spike's thread or -- if you’re looking for a thread with both of them -- buffy and spike. buffy’s tags will come from deadhero and spike’s tags will come from heroatypical. please don’t hesitate to tag all three options if that’ll float your boat. ]

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[deadhero]

Right back at you.

Thanks. By the way. For making me eatdrink.

[all7seas]

You'd have done the same for me, love.

[deadhero]

Have done. Often. Just with better tasting grub.

She shifted in her chair. Shook out her hand. Writing? Sore work. And she was never much of one...

But she'd write for him; she'd always written for him. You should bring some cards, too. Battleship and cards. And booze. Will you bring booze? This calls for copious amounts of spirits.

[touchofrogue]

Sure.

[She had a preference when it came to hard liquor, but this wasn't really about her.]

[deadhero]

How about whiskey?

[ she lifts a bottle. ]

[deadhero]

[ a flicker of concern. ]

Neku doesn't even walk her home? We are talking about Neku, right?

25th.

[heroatypical]

He winced in annoyance. He hated being called 'Miss' already. And Ma'am even worse. He gave the major a dirty look.

"Look, if you're wanting a drink, you can sod off. I'm not a bloody barmaid."

[heroatypical]

"Right now I'm busy being in your boots. But that's not the point, is it? You're a girl who deserves not to have to be alone."

He always found her when she was alone. But if they were together...

Well. He'd never give her time for alone to sink in.

[heroatypical]

Look, girly. I don't know who you are, but Buffy Summers isn't home right now. Sorry for that. This body here is currently being occupied by someone else.

26th

[heroatypical]

I'm a man-- woman that likes the classics. Buffalo.

[deadhero]

Raw emotion tugged at her expression. She met his eyes -- her own eyes, startlingly green from this angle -- and forced Spike to watch the sudden onslaught of feeling as it crept across his own features.

She wished she could tell him that this was out of character for Jack Sparrow. That running wasn't a thing he always did. But...

"Who has time to be alone? Full house. Full village. It's like Cheers. Everyone knows your name." It wasn't the kind of alone he'd meant and she knew it. "All I can say is that he makes me unbelievably happy -- whether he's here right now or not."

[heroatypical]

If he had more familiarity with his own face, it might come across as creepy or startling. But it may as well be a stranger's face for how little he had seen it in the past hundred years.

"You're right. I don't believe it."

[deadhero]

"Spike." Dry and crackling with a warning. Clearly, she didn't appreciate her hyperbole being so easily word-warped. "I'm not gonna fight to make your believe it. That'd be condescending to the both of us. But I'm a big girl -- it's not your job to approve of who I date or don't date. And it's not my job to explain it to you."

Her voice wasn't accusatory. She understood that Spike wasn't asking her to explain a damn thing.

[greenjacketed]

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened some more. See -- she was a mighty fine lady and plenty of people had nothing but good to say about her. Except for that vampire but...well, Sharpe doubted he ought to trust her. So Buffy's language surprises him. Offends him, almost. Somehow.

It certainly shocked him into a moment of silence.

"Pardon me, miss." He clung to his formality. "But I rather think you are."

[heroatypical]

"Only because I'd kick your ass."

He didn't fancy more fighting either. Or seeing her cry, much less in his own body.

[heroatypical]

"Well not tonight, mate. So you can bugger off. I'm not mixing you a bloody cosmopolitan."

He lifted his own drink, a simple beer, and took a drink. And then made an absolutely disgusted face at it.

God he hated being Buffy.

[deadhero]

"...Please. Don't even tempt me."

[heroatypical]

"I've a hundred years of experience, pet. And now, the full Slayer package. Careful. I might decide I like it."

[deadhero]

"I'm not afraid of...me." But perhaps she should be. "Besides, worst case scenario? You might have to decide you like it. There's always the slim chance this'll never actually be reversed."

[markofthebrave]

Yeah, I figured that bit out - is she okay?

[touchofrogue]

[A nod.]

I'll take a shot.

[heroatypical]

"Maybe Willow will fancy a new girlfriend."

Lightly. Yet horrified under the skin. Never would he want to be stuck like this.

[heroatypical]

She's stuck being me. So she's doing about as well as I am.

[deadhero]

"You wouldn't..."

Surely, some things were sacred. Friendship, for one of them. But perhaps what made her lid flip the most was the hovering implication that Spike would even for a moment consider anything...intimate. With her body. And anyone else's body.

"Slayer package or not? I'd kick your ass. My ass. Whatever. Ass would be kicked."

[deadhero]

[ two generous shot glasses were poured. ]

We need something to toast to. Do you toast shots? You can probably toast shots...