The fairy tale's going sour. Doesn't even count, properly, no happy endings. Not for every princess.

[filtered to Spike]

I'm being a good girl.  It's awfully tiresome.

[Wandering the hallways and ducking away from windows, Drusilla seems more curious about than bothered by her arrival.]

A pretty sort of fairy tale for pretty little princesses and princes, innit...

[It's not because she understands what's going on, she very much doesn't.  After another moment of contemplation, her expression turns to a full-blown ( Read more... )

All my dollies went away. No people. None at all. All gone away. Oh, where shall I dine if there's not a proper place to make reservations? It's rather warm out. Should go inside, yeah, seek shelter in the shade ( Read more... )

They shot the little wormy and he won't dance even a little, not if he's told, not if he isn't. Not fair, no fair. Not a nice thing to do at all. It hums in her, but never satisfies. It's not science, more sinister. Crawls her inside her, but rudely refuses to die there. The blood never tastes like death ( Read more... )

I like puppies. Grruff!

But the last three have been so misbehaved.

Fire burns my insides in all the right ways. Tsk, naughty, living like that. I should think I'll be quite cross with you.

Mm, I'm still warm from them.

I think I broke my new puppy.

A new world, yeah, I can feel it running in my veins like a Ugandan, all mountain spice and no escape. My head spins with it, and the pixies shall not be happy with me. Not at all ( Read more... )