Okay, so this is my first drabble. Please let me know what you think.
Title:Weary
Pairing:Spike/Buffy
Rating:PG?
Summary: Takes place sometime in the middle of season 7, Spike and Buffy are tired.
Her eyes were weary; the green carried the weight of the war within them.
For that’s what this was, a war. One they were losing.
Her eyes were the eyes of a general. They appraised the troops, they read battle plans, they watched as the people fled, as her friends struggled, as the fear that permeated every aspect of their lives dragged moral down into depths previously unknown.
Green eyes that couldn’t bring that morale back up, because the smile never reached them, weighed down with knowledge and responsibility.
***
His eyes were weary. The blue wracked with pain, guilt and shame as his new soul tortured his demon into submission.
He was no saint. Not after the things he’d done. 120 years of evil deeds, unrepented…until now.
Blue eyes watched the girls, potential slayers, more like potential happy meals. They couldn’t see the war; they couldn’t see they were losing.
A girl smiled shyly at him, he smiled back. The smile didn’t reach his eyes.
***
Blue eyes met green. They each saw themselves reflected in the other.
They shared a weary smile.
It didn’t reach their eyes.
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