mesmerizing me [darla/drusilla; corsage]
title: mesmerizing me
rated: n/a
fandom/pairing: buffy the vampire slayer; drusilla/darla
spoilers/warnings: n/a
summary: drusilla wants to go to a prom.
words: 180
disclaimer: i do not own; title is from december 1963
a/n: for the femslash100 drabbletag prompt "darla/drusilla - corsage" secretly my one true love is prom don't tell i was a homeschooled kid
“remind me again why the hell,” (there’s a pause - an annoyed grunt, the rustling of pink taffeta) “you want to do something this stupid?”
drusilla is sitting on the bed, knees tight together and hands on the mattress, supporting. “i’ve heard it’s great fun,” drusilla repeats, watching darla struggling into her gown. drusilla’s was much easier to put on - smooth, silky fabric that slid on without any trouble. darla always tries too hard to be the best.
success - a head of blond hair finally finds the right exit, emerging from dayglo shades and layers of lace. “oh,” drusilla breathes, clapping her hands together and slowly standing from the bed.
darla glares at her. even with such a ridiculous dress, she manages to look very threatening, and also very pretty; she looks much like the girls in the magazine spreads that drusilla sees so often in american springtimes. darla will blend right in, no doubt.
“tonight is going to be the very best prom ever,” drusilla says. she can feel it in her spine.
rated: n/a
fandom/pairing: buffy the vampire slayer; drusilla/darla
spoilers/warnings: n/a
summary: drusilla wants to go to a prom.
words: 180
disclaimer: i do not own; title is from december 1963
a/n: for the femslash100 drabbletag prompt "darla/drusilla - corsage" secretly my one true love is prom don't tell i was a homeschooled kid
“remind me again why the hell,” (there’s a pause - an annoyed grunt, the rustling of pink taffeta) “you want to do something this stupid?”
drusilla is sitting on the bed, knees tight together and hands on the mattress, supporting. “i’ve heard it’s great fun,” drusilla repeats, watching darla struggling into her gown. drusilla’s was much easier to put on - smooth, silky fabric that slid on without any trouble. darla always tries too hard to be the best.
success - a head of blond hair finally finds the right exit, emerging from dayglo shades and layers of lace. “oh,” drusilla breathes, clapping her hands together and slowly standing from the bed.
darla glares at her. even with such a ridiculous dress, she manages to look very threatening, and also very pretty; she looks much like the girls in the magazine spreads that drusilla sees so often in american springtimes. darla will blend right in, no doubt.
“tonight is going to be the very best prom ever,” drusilla says. she can feel it in her spine.