A very merry unbirthday to you. For you.
WHO:thedevilssight and open.
LOCATION: Her office.
WEEK: 59
TIME: After classes.
WHAT: Dru is having an unbirthday party and someone has party crashed.
RATING: TBA I suppose. It is Dru after all.
The room is dimly lit as always, any light not created by a candle is blocked by dark silk or tapestries. The demon was ever so sensitive to the light after all and even the faintest crack would put her in such a foul mood. This was a party after all and such a mood wasn't fitting for a celebration! The desk was cluttered with pots of tea, cups and various treats. Dolls sitting around the table, each with a tea cup. They were all different shapes and sizes, each filled with tea but mixed with various thing (depending on the preference of her guest of course.) Drusilla sat at the party table in a flowing Victorian dresses, covering her delicate frame and making her doll-like as well. Yes all was quite peaceful in the princess' chambers but, oh, what's this? It seems the party has a crasher.
"This wont do, Miss Gwen." She gasps, blue eyes widen as the pupils slimmed into slits and the iris takes a lighter shade, becoming almost golden in color. "You are not invited. This is an unbirthday party NOT a birthday! Naughty. Naughty. Trying to steal extra cake." She hissed at her porcelain guest and hoped up onto the desk, slippered feet scarcely leaving a print and nothing tipping over despite the haphazard arrangement even as she jumped back off onto the other side.
"You had your birthday earlier! This is for the children unborn this d- " She gasps looking at the with a stricken look. Her unheard insult stinging the women right through her lifeless heart. "Gluttonous, child. Speaking out of turn. Your vial tongue will not be tasting for a long time." She growled softly and grasped the doll's head. "Sshh..." The vampire hushes sweetly despite what she was about to do. With a effortless twist and a crack the dolls head and torn off, making Drusilla chuckle, she so loved punishing her children. "Now keep quiet and excuse yourself like a lady."
With that she tossed the remains out the door and into the hall before grabbing her teacup, throwing it out into the hallway as well with a shattering sound. She giggles and claps joyfully. "Off with her head!"
LOCATION: Her office.
WEEK: 59
TIME: After classes.
WHAT: Dru is having an unbirthday party and someone has party crashed.
RATING: TBA I suppose. It is Dru after all.
The room is dimly lit as always, any light not created by a candle is blocked by dark silk or tapestries. The demon was ever so sensitive to the light after all and even the faintest crack would put her in such a foul mood. This was a party after all and such a mood wasn't fitting for a celebration! The desk was cluttered with pots of tea, cups and various treats. Dolls sitting around the table, each with a tea cup. They were all different shapes and sizes, each filled with tea but mixed with various thing (depending on the preference of her guest of course.) Drusilla sat at the party table in a flowing Victorian dresses, covering her delicate frame and making her doll-like as well. Yes all was quite peaceful in the princess' chambers but, oh, what's this? It seems the party has a crasher.
"This wont do, Miss Gwen." She gasps, blue eyes widen as the pupils slimmed into slits and the iris takes a lighter shade, becoming almost golden in color. "You are not invited. This is an unbirthday party NOT a birthday! Naughty. Naughty. Trying to steal extra cake." She hissed at her porcelain guest and hoped up onto the desk, slippered feet scarcely leaving a print and nothing tipping over despite the haphazard arrangement even as she jumped back off onto the other side.
"You had your birthday earlier! This is for the children unborn this d- " She gasps looking at the with a stricken look. Her unheard insult stinging the women right through her lifeless heart. "Gluttonous, child. Speaking out of turn. Your vial tongue will not be tasting for a long time." She growled softly and grasped the doll's head. "Sshh..." The vampire hushes sweetly despite what she was about to do. With a effortless twist and a crack the dolls head and torn off, making Drusilla chuckle, she so loved punishing her children. "Now keep quiet and excuse yourself like a lady."
With that she tossed the remains out the door and into the hall before grabbing her teacup, throwing it out into the hallway as well with a shattering sound. She giggles and claps joyfully. "Off with her head!"