Drabbletag: Angel - Faith/Lilah
Title: The Villain Thing
Prompt: 'Pacts' by faithinthepoor
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Lilah/Faith
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
A/N: Another pairing that rather deserves another zero on the wordcount. Tsk, oh well.
Lilah knows all about contracts and how to get around them, which contracts trump which and how best to end an unwelcome one; also, the importance of binding people by them before entering into any kind of transaction. Any kind at all.
It's not as simple as people might think, either; not all contracts are on paper, or leather, or sealed with blood. People make contracts all the time. The trick is finding an unbreakable bind.
Lilah knows that someday she will be brought down by a contract. They are the most dangerous things, and she plays with them every day.
She explains all this to the dark-eyed slayer, not expecting her to understand, wondering why she even bothers. Perhaps because she had to say something - had to monologue like a tinfoil villain, circling the girl who could snap her in two, calling to her with every step, fight me or love me. Come to me.
They're in an alley by the docks, and somewhere there's music. She feels the scene should be a dance floor instead, and Faith's thighs covered with silk instead of ripped denim; it is a dance, after all.
'Stop,' says Faith at last, an amused smile twisting the shadows on her too-young face.
She offers her hand, and Lilah steps forward. 'Okay,' whispers Faith against her lips, and what follows next is another contract, one of the free and loose ones you never should enter into: the one that says no strings attached, and lies.
Prompt: 'Pacts' by faithinthepoor
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Lilah/Faith
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
A/N: Another pairing that rather deserves another zero on the wordcount. Tsk, oh well.
Lilah knows all about contracts and how to get around them, which contracts trump which and how best to end an unwelcome one; also, the importance of binding people by them before entering into any kind of transaction. Any kind at all.
It's not as simple as people might think, either; not all contracts are on paper, or leather, or sealed with blood. People make contracts all the time. The trick is finding an unbreakable bind.
Lilah knows that someday she will be brought down by a contract. They are the most dangerous things, and she plays with them every day.
She explains all this to the dark-eyed slayer, not expecting her to understand, wondering why she even bothers. Perhaps because she had to say something - had to monologue like a tinfoil villain, circling the girl who could snap her in two, calling to her with every step, fight me or love me. Come to me.
They're in an alley by the docks, and somewhere there's music. She feels the scene should be a dance floor instead, and Faith's thighs covered with silk instead of ripped denim; it is a dance, after all.
'Stop,' says Faith at last, an amused smile twisting the shadows on her too-young face.
She offers her hand, and Lilah steps forward. 'Okay,' whispers Faith against her lips, and what follows next is another contract, one of the free and loose ones you never should enter into: the one that says no strings attached, and lies.