Drabble: Do Me No Good
This is for snickfic who requested some Lorne/Darla. Hope you like! :)
Lorne remembered her voice. It was her best feature, that bluesy soul she had rolling off her dainty shoulders. He could care less about the svelte curves, big blue eyes or bouncy blonde hair. Her voice made him flash on tragedy, heartbreak and a deep skepticism that made him flinch, but oh the way she’d sang. Sweetcheeks had the chops, alright. She’d had the chops. She could rip your heart out as surely as she could…well, rip your heart out. Lorne was sorry to hear she’d gone dust in the wind. That voice - he’d loved her if only for that.
Lorne remembered her voice. It was her best feature, that bluesy soul she had rolling off her dainty shoulders. He could care less about the svelte curves, big blue eyes or bouncy blonde hair. Her voice made him flash on tragedy, heartbreak and a deep skepticism that made him flinch, but oh the way she’d sang. Sweetcheeks had the chops, alright. She’d had the chops. She could rip your heart out as surely as she could…well, rip your heart out. Lorne was sorry to hear she’d gone dust in the wind. That voice - he’d loved her if only for that.