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[dead_drusilla]

It's not that she hasn't been to the Nexus, it is that she can't remember. Or maybe she can remember except she doesn't care. Or maybe she does care and nothing matters except the fact that she has a very very pretty dress and a tea set. A lovely large tea set made for two. High backed white chairs and even little cakes. She won't eat the cakes

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[campjesus]

"I figger you can have a tea party with guests that don't talk or move," he says, "but not without the tea. So, the former."

Brody, why do you keep talking to vampires? It never ends well.

[dead_drusilla]

Oh. Wasn't he just adorable? Drusilla wanted to eat him up. Especially since he was standing there looking like youth and smelling like adulthood. Delicate hands with red tipped nails pour cream into the cup. The silver clinks again.

"Oh but I can have a tea party without tea my love. Especially if the guests are dead. I can just squeeze them into my cup."

Her smile is prim, delicately fanged. "Shall I squeeze you into my cup?"

[campjesus]

"Without tea, it's just a party. The tea can be imaginary and so can the guests but it's still gotta be there." He crosses his arms over his chest, keeping a careful distance.

"I don't think I would fit." No, he knows what she means, he's going to be purposefully obtuse and remind himself that this part of the Nexus has an AVF. ... he's pretty sure. Fuck, is he in the right part of the Nexus?

[dead_drusilla]

"Parts of you would fit just fine, darling."

The entire fun was the game. Tearing him to shreds would ruin her dress. Besides, he was like ice cream. Whatever that meant.

"I can just imagine blood to be tea can't I? It'd be like drinking sugar." She sips from the cup, not moving just smiling. There is a strange sharpness to her, and when she leans over all silk and honey, its dangerously cute. "I think you're made of sugar. What do you think? Don't you want to be a sweet thing?"

[suchprettyscars]

"Of course it's over when the guests are dead, darling."

Darla saunters over to Drusilla with a sly smile. "After all, it's not like we drink tea at tea parties."

[dead_drusilla]

"Grandmummy! You look so alive that I wish my heart could beat for you!"

It was an undeniable truth that she had always had a certain love for Darla. No one held her head underwater quite like she did.

Rolling her lips between her teeth, Drusilla rises to meet her, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I do. I drink all the tea, but it's never really good. Tastes like ash and sadness. I much prefer the blood. Do you think I can fill my teacups with blood? Would it stain?"

[suchprettyscars]

There will be a mandatory rolling of the eyes at this point. "Drusilla dear. I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

She turns to touch one of the china cups. Truly, it's annoying that she can remember that her heart did beat - recently. Pushing these thoughts away, Darla answers, "You can always cut open a wrist or a neck over a cup and wait until it's filled. But then the blood will be cold when you drink it."

[dead_drusilla]

Which was of course why Drusilla insisted on calling her that. Instead, she gives Darla a pout the size of Armageddon.

"It's never cold if you pour it straight from the vein... As long as you keep them alive. Spike let me do it once. But it ruined the carpet."

A small sigh. She liked that carpet.

[nam1ng_thestars]

Her head tilts, a small porcelain body clutched to her breast.

"I do like parties. They're not any fun when they're so quiet."

There's a light smile.

"Is it a game?"

[dead_drusilla]

Now this was exciting. She'd never seen a another her. Maybe she was a mirage. A mirror princess trapped in water. Such a funny place that Nexus.

"That is why we musn't kill them fast, my lovely. Kill them slow and leave them waiting so that we may have playmates."

There was a little clap there, all happiness and joy. "Don't you know? Everythings a game and we are the bestest players."

[nam1ng_thestars]

She had never seen another her herself! And how lovely she looked. Every Dru had to look just as pretty, of course.

"Fun will carry us away, precious--hard to remember when it's so very much fun."

She giggles, head lolling in mirth, hugging Miss Edith all the tighter. "We have never lost one, not one--and together, no one could ever hope to best us."

[dead_drusilla]

Of course every Drusilla was pretty. Every Drusilla was the envy of all the little girls who thought they could be mad super geniuses.

Herself carried a Miss Edith still. So lovely and so odd. She never remembered why she put her Miss Edith down. She'd think on it later, for now she pours tea and claps again with a pleased giggle.

"No one at all. Not even nasty little blond cheerleaders. Why with two of us I'm sure we could eat her whole. But not before a few games. Tea? Drusillas should have tea."

[boyking]

"...well, I guess if they're dead than it isn't much of a party..." The fact that this is even considered a viable question should probably tip the little blond kid off, but curiosity > sense of safety for him, so he'll ask his questions and keep his distance.

[dead_drusilla]

"You're like a tea cake my darling. So tiny!"

And able to be eaten in one bite.

"But what if the guests are mean to you? Horrible cruel nasty nasty nasty people? Wouldn't you be happy they were dead."

Delicate hands pick up a tray of chocolate biscuits. "Would you like a little bite?"

[boyking]

"I-I'm not tiny!" Ryan protests, scrunching up his nose and standing to his full 4'6 height...in other words, looking very tiny indeed.

He frowns over this, absently reaching out and taking one of the biscuits. "Yeah, I guess I would."

[dead_drusilla]

"No, you are a big boy. A strong knight in shining armor."

Oh! Oh! He's just the most delicious little thing isn't he? She wonders if his Mummy would miss him when he was gone.

"Oh see then my darling. The dead can throw quite a party. Why they are throwing one now, and see," Drusilla points to the cookies, "You were invited."