Aaakk! Must always try to remenmber to check dates first!
Aleister Crowley was five years old when William was turned! (of course with some of the weird Magick he got up to, there could have been time travel...) so William wouldn't have met him at a party. But Spike could have.
Isn't this lovely:
Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair, Boy of red lips. How the fond ruby rapier glides and slips 'Twixt the white hills thou spreadest for me there; How my red mouth immortal honey sips From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare When each the shrine of God Priapus clips In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear, Boy of red lips!
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8/9/04 04:59 pm (UTC)Aleister Crowley was five years old when William was turned! (of course with some of the weird Magick he got up to, there could have been time travel...) so William wouldn't have met him at a party. But Spike could have.
Isn't this lovely:
Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair,
Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips
Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair,
Boy of red lips.
How the fond ruby rapier glides and slips
'Twixt the white hills thou spreadest for me there;
How my red mouth immortal honey sips
From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare
When each the shrine of God Priapus clips
In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear,
Boy of red lips!