Title: Home is Where the Heart Is (You can Never go Home Again)
A/N: Kinda similar in tone and style to something I wrote for a prompt awhile ago. I guess this weighs heavily on my mind?
Warning: Spoiler-ish for the comics. Comic knowledge would help, but I think you can muddle through without.
For over a century, he thought he’d found his home. His heart.
He was evicted. Tossed away like yesterday’s garbage.
You taste like ashes.
He attempted to force his way back in. Asked for a spell. Tried torture.
Found himself alone, adrift in the wide world. Blamed it on her.
But it’s so funny. I knew before you did.
He tried to set up shop in a new residence. Give his heart a new home.
He was repulsed time and again.
Spike Lips! Lips of Spike!
You’re beneath me.
The only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.
The home of his dreams was damaged. He exercised squatter’s rights.
It didn’t last. The damage was repaired; he was gently expelled.
I’m using you. I can’t love you. …And it’s killing me.
He thought maybe possession was nine-tenths of the law.
Ask me again why I could never love you.
He left. Came back. Fully aware he didn’t belong, wasn’t welcome.
Like a moth to the flame, couldn’t stay away.
His hopeless heart insisted it could live nowhere else.
Why does a man do what he mustn’t? For her. To be hers.
He finally earned that invitation. Came home. Was safe.
Had her affection and – dare he say it – love. It was damn near perfect.
I don’t know how you felt about last night-
Terrified. It was the best night of my life.
He’d found his home, found his heart. Would have stayed for-bloody-ever.
We’ll go be heroes. I wanna see how it ends.
And then he was back. No rest for the wicked. Was all set to head home and-
They say you can never go home again.
If I show up now… my grand finale won’t hold much weight. All of it… won’t matter.
She held his heart. Always would. So he went to find her after all.
And was told she’d moved on. No room at the inn for him.
So, what, we just have to live with it? Get on with our lives?
Over and over, he’d try to move on. Left the sodding dimension, even.
Hurried back, trying to reach home, only to find it gone.
Under all that demon viscera, you still reek of *him*.
And left again. One thousand and a half hours.
Was given hope.
So you’re home for good now?
He thought he finally found his home. His heart. For good.
Somehow, he’d lost it.
I was ready to ask you to run away with me.
I don’t want to go back. To lurking around the edges of your life.
I can’t get jerked around no more.
He was the man who never managed to reach home.
He left again. They say the third time’s the charm.
What you and I have. It could be real.
Screw normal. I want real.