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Who: Drusilla/Libby/Barney.
Where: Drusilla's cabin.
What: Dru said to Libby that she should make herself a new doll. Libby agreed. Dru meant it a bit more literally than that, though...
"Run and catch... Run and catch... The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch..."
Affecting a half-childish, half-mournful skip across the miniature chamber of psychadelic horrors, known as as Drusilla's room, the vampiress knew fully well that her latest victim was more frustrated than pleased, with what she had done to him.
But they almost always did...
Still, it was hardly destructive, even if she had displayed unstable threats of violence, if he did not do as she asked. Namely, dress up in a pretty - and ill-fitting - dress, allow her to put ribbons in his hair, apply blusher and lipstick, then place him at the designated place for her newest 'doll'.
Specifically, at the table with all the others, at a tea party where only imaginary tea and cakes were actually served. The gag which had been placed around his mouth, when she disliked what he said and was in need of punishment, was now being undone to hang loosely around his neck.
"There, now," she spoke, instructively. Drusilla extending an arm to reach for her empty teapot. "Do you take sugar, Mister Stinson?"
A lazy tilt of head, as she contemplated that name.
"Or per'aps we should call you 'Jemima'... 'Ave to take your boy parts away, mind."
Where: Drusilla's cabin.
What: Dru said to Libby that she should make herself a new doll. Libby agreed. Dru meant it a bit more literally than that, though...
"Run and catch... Run and catch... The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch..."
Affecting a half-childish, half-mournful skip across the miniature chamber of psychadelic horrors, known as as Drusilla's room, the vampiress knew fully well that her latest victim was more frustrated than pleased, with what she had done to him.
But they almost always did...
Still, it was hardly destructive, even if she had displayed unstable threats of violence, if he did not do as she asked. Namely, dress up in a pretty - and ill-fitting - dress, allow her to put ribbons in his hair, apply blusher and lipstick, then place him at the designated place for her newest 'doll'.
Specifically, at the table with all the others, at a tea party where only imaginary tea and cakes were actually served. The gag which had been placed around his mouth, when she disliked what he said and was in need of punishment, was now being undone to hang loosely around his neck.
"There, now," she spoke, instructively. Drusilla extending an arm to reach for her empty teapot. "Do you take sugar, Mister Stinson?"
A lazy tilt of head, as she contemplated that name.
"Or per'aps we should call you 'Jemima'... 'Ave to take your boy parts away, mind."