[John isn't a man of labels. His suits are custom, not designer.
He doesn't look down. He looks away. Out over the club, and the crowds of people, all moving, dancing, and fucking to the music. It's hard to tell where one body ends and the next begins.
His own heart picks up, but unlike Spike, his body is more disciplined. Just one more weapon in his arsenal, though not as easily replaced, or repaired. He's still sporting bruises and bandages beneath his clothes. The cut on his neck is scabbed over, but still visible. A slash of dark red against pale skin. It might even leave a scar.]
There are exceptions to every rule. Could be I'm yours. Could be you're scared of what you are, what others might think, and the names people use to describe what they don't understand.
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[John isn't a man of labels. His suits are custom, not designer.
He doesn't look down. He looks away. Out over the club, and the crowds of people, all moving, dancing, and fucking to the music. It's hard to tell where one body ends and the next begins.
His own heart picks up, but unlike Spike, his body is more disciplined. Just one more weapon in his arsenal, though not as easily replaced, or repaired. He's still sporting bruises and bandages beneath his clothes. The cut on his neck is scabbed over, but still visible. A slash of dark red against pale skin. It might even leave a scar.]
There are exceptions to every rule. Could be I'm yours. Could be you're scared of what you are, what others might think, and the names people use to describe what they don't understand.