Three short comment fics
I wrote these in 2010 and just now getting around to posting them on my own LJ for record keeping purposes.
Through the Looking Glass - Drusilla, Cordelia (PG)
xlivvielockex
2010-09-14 11:32 pm
Link to story at Eleusis-Walk's ATS Prompt-A-Thon
Drusilla tries to tell him once, tries to tell Daddy about her sister, the girl with the tongue like acid and the hidden heart. Daddy doesn’t want to listen. He would rather flay the peasants alive and slurp up the rivers of blood. She tries again, to tell him about the Gods who speak through this mortal woman. But Daddy is busy with Mummy and has no time for riddles and songs.
Daddy refuses to listen as she spots a doll in the store, hazel eyes wide, skin the color of tea and milk, dressed in a green satin dress. She sneaks away from Mummy and Daddy when they get distracted in their bickering. Slipping into the shop, she slits the throat of the shopkeeper, taking her treasure. The moon told Drusilla her sister’s name: Cordelia.
Whispering to her, Drusilla tells the porcelain ear of all the things she sees, the heavens opened up and poured into her brain. She giggles as she adjusts Cordelia’s skirts; joyful as she reveals all of the wonderful pain her sister will one day experience and how she is sad she won’t be there to see it. They have a connection; the stars speak to them both. And one day, she will be just as dead as Drusilla and it will all be Daddy’s fault. Daddy likes his Seers but he breaks his toys.
Engulf - Angelus/Drusilla (R) WARNING: RAPE
xlivvielockex
2010-09-14 10:57 pm
Link to story at Anythingbutgrey's Doomed Ships Comment-A-Thon
Drusilla turns her head and through blood splattered vision, she can see a hand reaching out to her. For a moment, she thinks it is a dream. It is bent at a strange angle, reaching out for her like a hand up from the sea. She can’t see past the arm, the blood and tears stuck to her eye lashes blurring her vision. She tilts her head only slightly. That is all she can manage as the body atop her weighs her down, his rough movements forcing her body back and forth against the wooden floor. She doesn’t feel anything but his weight. She’s long since gone numb. Perhaps minutes, hours, maybe even days he’s been on her, an anchor holding her down, drilling deeper and deeper with each passing moment. She can’t seem to breathe, not even enough to scream anymore. She’s been drowning under him for too long.
Her arm moves, unfettered by his weight. Her other arm is still held above her head, his fingers digging in, leaving a pattern of black and blue and red. She knows the skin is raw but it stopped throbbing, stopped bursting with pain as he ground the tiny bones of her wrist. Her fingertips brush the fingers of the other. For a brief moment, there is a connection and she feels the coolness. She’s cold too. Perhaps dead as well. She couldn’t hear the panicked thudding of her heart in her ears anymore.
As he shudders above her, she finally feels something: a sharp blossoming of pain, first at her neck and then burning her from the inside out as he drained her life. She grasps the other hand, fingers sticky with blood, straining for that last touch. In her mind, she knows that arm won’t save her, won’t pull her from the depths. She feels herself slip under and then, at long last, she’s gone.
Untitled - Ben/Glory, R
xlivvielockex
2010-12-22 01:37 pm
Link to story at Eleusis-Walk's Non-Canon Ships Comment-a-Thon
It doesn’t feel right. More than just residual from the bolt.
Two separate bodies. They’ve been one for so long.
Desperately, they cling to each other, trying to get back together again. Ben cries out, her nails biting into his skin.
He’s inside of her. It’s familiar. Her body moves at a frenetic pace. It’s as if they don’t become one, she’ll die. Their rhythm is off. His movements are jerky. Hers are violent, thrashing like a fish out of water.
There’s a power in this, like nothing Glory’s known. And for a brief moment, the world is right again.
Through the Looking Glass - Drusilla, Cordelia (PG)
xlivvielockex
2010-09-14 11:32 pm
Link to story at Eleusis-Walk's ATS Prompt-A-Thon
Drusilla tries to tell him once, tries to tell Daddy about her sister, the girl with the tongue like acid and the hidden heart. Daddy doesn’t want to listen. He would rather flay the peasants alive and slurp up the rivers of blood. She tries again, to tell him about the Gods who speak through this mortal woman. But Daddy is busy with Mummy and has no time for riddles and songs.
Daddy refuses to listen as she spots a doll in the store, hazel eyes wide, skin the color of tea and milk, dressed in a green satin dress. She sneaks away from Mummy and Daddy when they get distracted in their bickering. Slipping into the shop, she slits the throat of the shopkeeper, taking her treasure. The moon told Drusilla her sister’s name: Cordelia.
Whispering to her, Drusilla tells the porcelain ear of all the things she sees, the heavens opened up and poured into her brain. She giggles as she adjusts Cordelia’s skirts; joyful as she reveals all of the wonderful pain her sister will one day experience and how she is sad she won’t be there to see it. They have a connection; the stars speak to them both. And one day, she will be just as dead as Drusilla and it will all be Daddy’s fault. Daddy likes his Seers but he breaks his toys.
Engulf - Angelus/Drusilla (R) WARNING: RAPE
xlivvielockex
2010-09-14 10:57 pm
Link to story at Anythingbutgrey's Doomed Ships Comment-A-Thon
Drusilla turns her head and through blood splattered vision, she can see a hand reaching out to her. For a moment, she thinks it is a dream. It is bent at a strange angle, reaching out for her like a hand up from the sea. She can’t see past the arm, the blood and tears stuck to her eye lashes blurring her vision. She tilts her head only slightly. That is all she can manage as the body atop her weighs her down, his rough movements forcing her body back and forth against the wooden floor. She doesn’t feel anything but his weight. She’s long since gone numb. Perhaps minutes, hours, maybe even days he’s been on her, an anchor holding her down, drilling deeper and deeper with each passing moment. She can’t seem to breathe, not even enough to scream anymore. She’s been drowning under him for too long.
Her arm moves, unfettered by his weight. Her other arm is still held above her head, his fingers digging in, leaving a pattern of black and blue and red. She knows the skin is raw but it stopped throbbing, stopped bursting with pain as he ground the tiny bones of her wrist. Her fingertips brush the fingers of the other. For a brief moment, there is a connection and she feels the coolness. She’s cold too. Perhaps dead as well. She couldn’t hear the panicked thudding of her heart in her ears anymore.
As he shudders above her, she finally feels something: a sharp blossoming of pain, first at her neck and then burning her from the inside out as he drained her life. She grasps the other hand, fingers sticky with blood, straining for that last touch. In her mind, she knows that arm won’t save her, won’t pull her from the depths. She feels herself slip under and then, at long last, she’s gone.
Untitled - Ben/Glory, R
xlivvielockex
2010-12-22 01:37 pm
Link to story at Eleusis-Walk's Non-Canon Ships Comment-a-Thon
It doesn’t feel right. More than just residual from the bolt.
Two separate bodies. They’ve been one for so long.
Desperately, they cling to each other, trying to get back together again. Ben cries out, her nails biting into his skin.
He’s inside of her. It’s familiar. Her body moves at a frenetic pace. It’s as if they don’t become one, she’ll die. Their rhythm is off. His movements are jerky. Hers are violent, thrashing like a fish out of water.
There’s a power in this, like nothing Glory’s known. And for a brief moment, the world is right again.