Dark is Beaty
I wrote a little Spike/Dru flabble the other week for joss_las
Dark is Beauty
By FemailoftheSpecies
Spike/Dru
Joss owns all
Feedback makes me smile.
Be in me
Drusilla’s eyes say it mostly, the way they always do, inky blackness somehow overlaying the crystalline blue, and the new one simply follows because that is what he is created to do.
Touch my heart
Though shrouded in darkness, she knows his love will burn as brightly as a thousand suns. “William will turn the world on its ear,” Edith whispers to her. The notion makes her laugh as they chase a dream though the desolate midnight.
Madness is mine
Deeply buried, her life is shadow, obscured and hazy through the distracting veil of black-hearted intent. Nothing to see here, move along, Deary - until the next rushing wave of impossibilities washes away her fevered mind.
Guide me though
Dark and devious, the decades fly at the Devil’s pace, the absence of light, of Grace, a trivial thing when his indomitable love is the most lambent beacon, his fierce passion a deafening siren which calls on too many for her liking.
Love is eternal
But not theirs. Not anymore. Beautiful darkness shattered in a dale of sullen golden rays, her black knight is lost to her, swallowed by something...
effulgent.
Dark is Beauty
By FemailoftheSpecies
Spike/Dru
Joss owns all
Feedback makes me smile.
Be in me
Drusilla’s eyes say it mostly, the way they always do, inky blackness somehow overlaying the crystalline blue, and the new one simply follows because that is what he is created to do.
Touch my heart
Though shrouded in darkness, she knows his love will burn as brightly as a thousand suns. “William will turn the world on its ear,” Edith whispers to her. The notion makes her laugh as they chase a dream though the desolate midnight.
Madness is mine
Deeply buried, her life is shadow, obscured and hazy through the distracting veil of black-hearted intent. Nothing to see here, move along, Deary - until the next rushing wave of impossibilities washes away her fevered mind.
Guide me though
Dark and devious, the decades fly at the Devil’s pace, the absence of light, of Grace, a trivial thing when his indomitable love is the most lambent beacon, his fierce passion a deafening siren which calls on too many for her liking.
Love is eternal
But not theirs. Not anymore. Beautiful darkness shattered in a dale of sullen golden rays, her black knight is lost to her, swallowed by something...
effulgent.