Title: Pondering the Half-Breed
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Words: 186
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. sob
Written for: LJ Community Spillyria's "Leather" challenge.
Notes: Illyria's musings about Spike. I'm usually a stickler for the 100-word limit, but since the challenge said anything between 100 and 200 words, I went wild. Sue me.
I wonder what Spike would do if his long animal skin covering were taken from him. He seems to wear it almost as protection at times, as a shield against the others. They don't quite trust in him, and he senses that. I can see that he finds it bothersome, although he hides it well. The internal politics of this group are beneath the notice of a god such as I, but I still find them interesting, for some reason.

We are alike, he and I. We are both outcast; they all expect us both to turn on them at any moment.

He does not respect me as he should, he is insolent, and yet I enjoy his company. He challenges me in ways that no one else would dare. He once said he would like to see me "without the leather catsuit," whatever that means.

I wish to spend more time with this white-haired half-breed. He intrigues me as none of the others do, and perhaps he can help me find my way in this odd new world where nothing is as it should be.