In Dreams ~ Drabble (4/4)

[clawofcat]

Hey, all. Some of you may remember the " In Dreams" Fanged Four series of drabbles I was working on in May prior to my roadtrip. While I never did get the inspiration I was looking for on the road to compete the Angelus drabble, I didn't want that to stop me from posting the Darla one. This is a rather unusual piece because *gasp* it rhymes! I tried

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[zoesmith]

Oh wonderful Darla voice!
This was not her best moment... they all lost that night...

Loved it! :)

[clawofcat]

This was not her best moment... they all lost that night...
So true! I was thinking Darla must have hated herself, blamed herself for what happened to Angelus, but being the proud thing she is would never admit it. In those early years it must have eaten her up inside.

Thanks for reading!

[louise39]

Failure is not an option She thought. But...

Darla lost so much that fateful night.
She'd never have her Angelus again.

Well done Darla.

[clawofcat]

Thank you! It must have been so devestating for her to see him slip through her fingers. If demons can carry guilt with them, I think this instance must have been one of her biggest misgivings.

[sevendeadlyfun]

Darla is one of my favorite female characters ever. She's so damaged in so many ways and the fact that Angelus is her shining light? So wrong. But I admire her for surviving and for taking charge of ugly situations. What a lovely piece about her!

'bout time you showed back up! Missed you!

[clawofcat]

Thanks. I figure despite her "despise" for him, she must have truly blamed herself for what happened. It easily must have been one of Darla's biggest regrets, even beyond the whole Connor debacle. Sometimes I wonder what it might be like for Darla and Buffy to discuss Angel without killing each other. They both damned him, they both lost their loves. And they both never were the same afterwards.

'bout time you showed back up! Missed you!
I know! I know! I just haven't been feeling very motivated to write fic, and sometimes I think no one really cares what I have to say unless it's fic related, so I've been pretty quiet. I did post today about what's been going on... but, the well has gone dry a bit. I tried to do some writing last night and it wasn't happening.

But I've missed you, too! *pounces* Maybe I can motivate to do some reading and give you some feedback. My pet project today is trying to choose roadtrip photos for an album. That's gonna take forever!

[sevendeadlyfun]

You should read my stuff. I've been writing het and everything.

*tempts you*

[snowpuppies]

Hand picked from the worst and tutored to be the best,

Nice.

I'm not a Darla fan (at all), but you've done a good job here. So much of the series, she's obsessed with one thing only - Angelus - and you've definitely gotten that down.

Plus - Rhyming!

[clawofcat]

Plus - Rhyming!
I would like an official Bloody Awful Poet award!

Actually, funny story behind this installment. I think I was working on finals and hadn't been out for a few days. One evening at around midnight I told my roomy I wanted hazelnut coffee, so we went in search of some and checked three different places, but none of them had it. This sojourn took us across about 5 blocks and an avenue of walking. Along the way I noticed that all the trees were in bloom with pretty flowers. My friend looked at me and said, "Uh, when was the last time you were out?"

Coffee-less, but witha lemon-poppy muffin in hand, I bounced back into my room and wrote this little drabble in one go. I then bounced back out of my room half an hour later and announced to my roomates studying at the kitchen table (now 1:30am) that I had just written Buffy poetry. They all gave me very worried looks...

I'm better now, I swear!