writers_muses Prompt 73

[a_pretty_fire]

“Father?”

Angelus let go of the priest with a dull thump. He couldn’t believe it. It was her. His little Saint. He reached out towards the grating, and he could almost feel her pulse beneath his fingertips. He could feel her breath, certainly, coming in frightened little puffs as she murmured her supplications

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[loveme_fearme]

The imagery of peeling her away is fantastic and vivid. I loved it!

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[a_pretty_fire]

Thanks! I think Dru is Angelus's big obsession - apart from Buffy, obvious - so I quite enjoyed writing about it.