Round 2, Challenge 7, Drusilla
Set Pre Btvs
Describe your wardrobe and why you wear it.
I run a long slender finger along the materials of the small dresses along the shelves. Each porcelain doll is unique, quiet, no worries or visions in their pretty little heads. I long for that silence and peace of mind that is just within reach but so far away also.
“And what is my princess planning for tonight, I wonder? Fancy a walk around the city and a bite to eat?”
I hear Spike’s voice and turn to look at him. “Little girls all in a row. They whisper their secrets as if I can’t hear them. But they’ll never hear...” His arms are around me and the demon inside of me roars to life with the contact.
“Never hear what, Pet?”
“The screams.” I answer him as he brushes my hair back from my face. He’s always treated me with care, as if I were a breakable porcelain doll also. Only one of the reasons I adore him. “If I were a doll, would you get me pretty dresses and let me have secrets too?”
“Satins and laces, my princess.”
The corners of my lips turn upward in a devilish grin. “Want to play a game? Find me a pretty dolls dress. Satins and laces for your princess…” I run a sharp nail over Spike’s lower lip, drawing blood and lean up to lick off the crimson trail.
“Anything, pet.” He whispers.
Describe your wardrobe and why you wear it.
I run a long slender finger along the materials of the small dresses along the shelves. Each porcelain doll is unique, quiet, no worries or visions in their pretty little heads. I long for that silence and peace of mind that is just within reach but so far away also.
“And what is my princess planning for tonight, I wonder? Fancy a walk around the city and a bite to eat?”
I hear Spike’s voice and turn to look at him. “Little girls all in a row. They whisper their secrets as if I can’t hear them. But they’ll never hear...” His arms are around me and the demon inside of me roars to life with the contact.
“Never hear what, Pet?”
“The screams.” I answer him as he brushes my hair back from my face. He’s always treated me with care, as if I were a breakable porcelain doll also. Only one of the reasons I adore him. “If I were a doll, would you get me pretty dresses and let me have secrets too?”
“Satins and laces, my princess.”
The corners of my lips turn upward in a devilish grin. “Want to play a game? Find me a pretty dolls dress. Satins and laces for your princess…” I run a sharp nail over Spike’s lower lip, drawing blood and lean up to lick off the crimson trail.
“Anything, pet.” He whispers.