Darla hates summers in Europe. The days are endless and hot. She has no use for the light nor the warmth the sun provides; it is a mere irritation. She longs for winter with its dark days and frigid nights.
Angelus sleeps the days away, but she has never required much rest. The boy keeps out of her way, she has little time for his false bluster and bravado and he knows this. The girl…is her saviour.
When Darla looks into her eyes, she sees the centuries laid out for her; both past and yet to come. Drusilla talks in twisted rhymes that make Darla long for her childhood. But then her eyes will sweep to meet Darla’s and all childish thoughts flee as their bodies mould together in fervid passion. Afterwards, they lie together in bed and Drusilla talks to the stars. And sometimes, Darla can see them too.
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D/D - day AND stars
Date: 2010-03-31 03:00 pm (UTC)Angelus sleeps the days away, but she has never required much rest. The boy keeps out of her way, she has little time for his false bluster and bravado and he knows this. The girl…is her saviour.
When Darla looks into her eyes, she sees the centuries laid out for her; both past and yet to come. Drusilla talks in twisted rhymes that make Darla long for her childhood. But then her eyes will sweep to meet Darla’s and all childish thoughts flee as their bodies mould together in fervid passion. Afterwards, they lie together in bed and Drusilla talks to the stars. And sometimes, Darla can see them too.