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Jul. 14th, 2020 10:31 amThey don't go on dates, not in the traditional sense, but as Sweeney and Spike wander down the street just after sunlight, Sweeney's arm slung heavily across Spike's shoulders, he knows that's still what this is. A fucking date. Like he's some goddamn smitten teenage girl.
And ain't that just the crux of it all. He is a goddamn smitten idiot. He never figured this sort of life for himself again, not after Eorann, and while he's generally pretty good at lying to himself about a whole host of things, there's no lying about this. This is right where he wants to be. He thinks about it every now and then, about how it was, being married to her, being married at all, and he doesn't say anything because it's the only damn thing he's not certain about.
That's not the sort of men they are, he figures. Only it was at one point. They've both been there.
But these days, this city, there ain't no promising forever. He thinks someone would be a fool to even try and yet... well, he's a goddamn fool.
"Want me to win you another stuffed prize to go with that vampire I got you... when the fuck was that?" he asks, smirking as they near the boardwalk and some of the game booths set up during the summer. "Christ, I'm too fuckin' old, I can't remember shit."
And ain't that just the crux of it all. He is a goddamn smitten idiot. He never figured this sort of life for himself again, not after Eorann, and while he's generally pretty good at lying to himself about a whole host of things, there's no lying about this. This is right where he wants to be. He thinks about it every now and then, about how it was, being married to her, being married at all, and he doesn't say anything because it's the only damn thing he's not certain about.
That's not the sort of men they are, he figures. Only it was at one point. They've both been there.
But these days, this city, there ain't no promising forever. He thinks someone would be a fool to even try and yet... well, he's a goddamn fool.
"Want me to win you another stuffed prize to go with that vampire I got you... when the fuck was that?" he asks, smirking as they near the boardwalk and some of the game booths set up during the summer. "Christ, I'm too fuckin' old, I can't remember shit."
