[ buffy is the first to stir, because there's no light leaking in through the windows to wake any of them. she yawns, shifting and bumps into a body. in her bed. her eyes snap open and she looks to find spike still lying there.
she pulls the covers up to better cover them, glancing around. oh boy. oh boy. this is bad. really bad. she looks to the ground to try and spot her pants or shirt, but just catches sight of her torn underwear. really, really bad.
as she reaches out to grab the shirt when she finally spots it, she stops. she stares at her hand. then, she reaches out to turn on the bedside lamp.
in the light that spills from it, it becomes apparent. her skin is mottled by what appears to be almost like a rash. purple-red marks mar her tanned skin and as she reaches out to try and rub them away, she realizes that under a thin layer of that purple-red that seems to be almost dead, there's dark brown splotches to be found. she looks down at herself, hands roaming her bare body, and realizes it's not just her hands.
it's not everywhere, per se, but it's definitely gaining traction. her stomach, chest and thighs are all covered, and her heels as well. panic sets in as she continues to run her hands all over, examining the marks. the panic comes with dizziness - or maybe that's the fever. she feels hot, and her skin is sensitive, reddened and puffy even in the places that aren't yet dark and angry purple. ]
buffy, spike (& myri?) ♔ closed
she pulls the covers up to better cover them, glancing around. oh boy. oh boy. this is bad. really bad. she looks to the ground to try and spot her pants or shirt, but just catches sight of her torn underwear. really, really bad.
as she reaches out to grab the shirt when she finally spots it, she stops. she stares at her hand. then, she reaches out to turn on the bedside lamp.
in the light that spills from it, it becomes apparent. her skin is mottled by what appears to be almost like a rash. purple-red marks mar her tanned skin and as she reaches out to try and rub them away, she realizes that under a thin layer of that purple-red that seems to be almost dead, there's dark brown splotches to be found. she looks down at herself, hands roaming her bare body, and realizes it's not just her hands.
it's not everywhere, per se, but it's definitely gaining traction. her stomach, chest and thighs are all covered, and her heels as well. panic sets in as she continues to run her hands all over, examining the marks. the panic comes with dizziness - or maybe that's the fever. she feels hot, and her skin is sensitive, reddened and puffy even in the places that aren't yet dark and angry purple. ]