To Her Dark Mistress drabble: Beautiful
Title: Beautiful
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Characters/pairing: Anthrax/Ebola
Table: Angst
Prompt: #3 Bleed
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Femslash, blood-drinking.
Word count: 300
Summary: Anthrax gets her fangs.
Notes: Sorry this is only just appearing here. I did mean to have it up last night.
I'm quite proud of this one. It did take a bit of editing, but it hasn't really lost any of it's essence, and I still think it gets across that dynamic so well. Um... I don't really have much to say about it besides that.
And I'm still plugging the round robin, because I just would like more than four players. *sigh*
Ebola leads her through the house, and she sits silently. The anaesthetic still hasn’t worn off, so Anthrax is maintaining a dignified silence and covering her mouth as much as possible in case she drools and doesn’t feel it.
“Still numb?” Ebola asks, though she knows the answer.
Anthrax nods. Not a word.
The corners of Ebola’s mouth twitch a little. “Show me,” she requests.
One side of Anthrax’s mouth pulls into a sly smile and she bares her teeth, the long, sharp porcelain fangs that have replaced her canines looking threatening and seductive in the stifled light.
She leans down, lifting Anthrax’s face under the chin, holding her own face close above, waiting.
“You look beautiful,” she hisses.
Then she steps back, leaving Anthrax to the air.
“Wait here,” she says. Then she is gone.
She takes her time preparing. She waits in the kitchen doorway, imagining the subtle changes on Anthrax’s face. Only when she is brimming with anticipation does she enter, and Anthrax’s features shift and open in a way that is so delicious that Ebola almost grins.
She hands her a tall champagne glass, filled almost to half way, as inconspicuous in her hand as any glass of red wine.
Anthrax takes it and holds it as though it is made of gold. She looks up at Ebola, her mouth slightly open, the tips of those beautiful fangs just visible between the full red lips.
Ebola smiles, and raises her hand to show the shallow cross carved into her palm.
Anthrax raises the glass to her lips and drinks. The noise she makes as she swallows is the same one she makes when she’s touched. She lowers the glass, and a small trail of blood runs down from the corner of her mouth.
She is beautiful.