Cup of tea?

[beyondxtime]

Who: Dru and Nicki
What: Possible tea party
Where: Dru’s room
When: Late night, before Spike
Warnings: Nicki has a juicer

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A bit like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f4pw7LlctU

[deathly_dru]

Drusilla's music was a broken lullaby. Something suggestive of cracked dolls, injured birds and fairy tales read aloud from torn pages. Innocence and depravity, defrocked and laid bare while crows with hooked feet circled overhead.

Metal, flesh and a bouquet of barbed wire...

She was an undead tribute to vile corruption, to murder, to pain and pretty hungers.

Trapped, always trapped.

Handle twisted, door creaked open and a vision of pale death stood there humming with eyes closed. Arms already held out to sides in a floating compulsion of rhythmic crucifixion.

[beyondxtime]

Nicki ended on a screeching high note, and bowed dramatically. Bow in one hand, violin tucked by his chest . It was all some horribly mockery of something normal and good, young sweet things twisted and warped.

He flashed a fangy smile, and the instrument was under his arm, he held his hands out “Bonjour, chère”

[deathly_dru]

Eyes drifted open, widening for a moment and Drusilla seemed to possess an almost frightening level of clarity. Then, as arms drifted back down to sides, she looked his way, head turning. One hand reaching out, but refusing to make physical contact. Instead, hovering, vulture-like, above those offered to her.

"Such a messy life... But you're still young."

Her fingers were making absent-minded little clawing motions, scything together in mid-air. They were sensing the aura. Probing through the spiritual static for emotions of interest. Then a smile appeared and she seemed to chuckle, low in throat and dark. Swaying to an unheard melody as she circled around him.

There was something funny in the air.

And it hadn't even arrived yet.

"Ice cuts, you know... Ice burns. It's all cold outside, but you've yet to try it."

[beyondxtime]

Nicki giggled lightly like the aura probing tickled, and he swayed alittle and followed her turning lazily, always smiling. “I’ve burnt to death, I should like to freeze. What fun that would be, I could crack like glass” he made the sound effects of it, and wiggle his fingers to mimic breaking to pieces. They kept wiggling aimlessly with a mind of their own, towards the woman’s hands, and poked just in font of each finger like he was counting them, and they were each saying hello to the fellow fingers, but not touching.

He giggled again, and leaned lightly to kiss the air on either side of her cheeks “I’m Nicki, the dear and deviled violinist, The Tower, and who are you?”

[deathly_dru]

Drusilla had a very particular, playful sort of giggle. She made it with an absent-minded extension of her own fingers just under nose, lightly sniffing at the backs of them. Echoing what he was doing.

She could smell the burning.

"You're a sandwich."

A statement. A declaration. An unnervingly quaint one.

"I'm a Princess..."

[beyondxtime]

"What kind? None of that ham, I should hope" his nose twitched at the thought.
"Your highness, then!" Nicki bowed again, and picked his things up, a tinfoil crown he made being one of them, and sat it on her head "To tea then?"

[deathly_dru]

"Oh, it wouldn't have bread," Dru clarified, although, in typical Drusilla fashion, only seemed to both muddy and enlighten the issue, in equal measure.

The crown seemed balanced on that delicate head and the vampiress either accepted it or did not notice. Either way, she did not appear to mind moving back into her room where dolls were already sat around a table, all gagged, some blindfolded. No difference, in truth, to how she might have treated human guests. A tea set had been carefully arranged, even if no actual tea steamed in the pot.

"Oh," she spoke in afterthought, halting step. The crown slowly removed in a reflection of crestfallen image. "Your place is taken..."

[beyondxtime]

Nicki frowned deeply, but had brought the hats! “Who took my seat? They’ll have to be killed” he decided, he was wearing pretty gloves.

He flitted into the room, and sat the juicer down, and put a frilly hat on it, and back to Dru to fix her crown for her “No sad, not for a Princess, I’ll take care of the unruly guests for you, the chamberboy seems to be missing” he looked around the room, he would have to be spoken to for leaving his duties like this. Nicki set about to find a place

It didn’t matter if there was any actual tea, Nicki couldn’t drink it either way. Although he would, and be sick later.

[deathly_dru]

"There aren't any nettles."

Gone was the serene outlook of before. Now Dru was worrying that tin foil of 'crown', unknowingly destroying it as she did so. Her voice was strict and full of anger. Quite whether she even meant real or metaphorical nettles, was unknown.

"Can't make soup if there aren't any. Can't hurt their eyes unless we scratch."

She turned on her guest with a frightening look of crystal clarity. Something quite different to the meek presentation of before. Something far darker. More mature.

"Make your boy fetch us some. The poisonous ones..."

A beat.

"He can taste 'em first."

[beyondxtime]

Nicki flitted up and near her when her tone changed, she looked utterly terrifying, and his eyes lit up with some dark glint “I haven’t a boy, or Id have brought treats for the tea” he explained, he would have loved to bring some finger-lollies for them, she would have liked those

“We can use bones, grind them to little shards and hide them in the soup. Much more flavor that way, and more red” he whisked back away to the table, and offered her her seat, he'd have pulled it out if there were chairs

"I have many extra bones we can use"

[deathly_dru]

"Yes, you have. He's your teacher now."

Hardly a fraction of a second went by between the end of his sentence and a rattlesnake-quick snap of hand. Sharp fingernails ready to strike through his eyes at a moment's notice and poised to do precisely that. the vampiress smiling in giddy fashion and quite taken by impulse.

"No... It must be nettles. How else may they join the conversation?"

A little demonic growl could be heard at the back of throat. Dru could be dangerous at times like these, precisely because she could be so very unpredictable. Those nails needed only a slight extension of muscle and they would knife through eyes easily.

"I think you should tie 'im up... I think you should make 'im tell you all 'is little secrets... Knows magic, that one. Be an awful shame to waste it, hmm?"

[beyondxtime]

“Oh no, he’s my dear heart. Sweet and cozy with sticky cherries” Nicki hugged himself, he adored his dear Tony, he forgot he knew magic most of the time.
He watched the nails but didn’t move his head, he batted his eyelashes dramatically instead “Very pretty, aren’t they? They have fire in them, melted before, would you like them?” his head tipped alittle “Then can we have tea?”

[deathly_dru]

Something seemed to catch her attention then. Head lifting in attentiveness, either watching or listening to something unheard and unseen. Perhaps both.

"My William's coming," she spoke, sensing her estranged Black Knight's encroaching approach. Those fingernails no longer threatening, but drifting back down to her side as she glanced anew at visitor.

"You shouldn't be here," she frowned, all of a sudden confused at why the newest was even there. "The boy will... Oh. Germany."