Drusilla wakes up in the guest bedroom of the pard house, clutching the blankets. She reaches for her doll -- Miss Edith, not one of the new dolls -- and curls up into a little ball, sobbing.

She doesn't even know why she's crying. She had a dream...a dream, that's all it was, it was a terrible dream but it's over now and she's safe and ( Read more... )

Princess has found a new place to live.

Quite pleased. And Little William is allowed to come, too.

Very good, very good.

Today has been a very long day. I am tired ( Read more... )

I have been promised stories by Aditsan. He tells very good stories, I would like to hear more.

*she's plaited her hair, and tied it with ribbons, tucking the feathers from Aziraphale and Crowley into the ribbons*

It is a nice day.

Princess is staying with the little fire-doll. Where it's safe. Little one sent me, he worries so. Feels strange. All weak and soft and things are warm and cold and strange and princess is only little.

Tired.

Saw the sunrise.

It was beautiful.

The Lord made princess human again, with beating heart and breathing and all. Princess was only young when she died, and now she has a chance to live all over again...wait for the little one to catch up to me, that's what I shall do ( Read more... )

They blew out the spark.

My Spike came back to me...not my Spike, another one. A younger one. From days gone by. This one still loves me. Still wants me.

Princess won't let him go again. Not again. This time it will be better.

He has a surprise for me...

Je suis si solitaire.

Je manque ma famille. Je manque ma Spike.

Je veux qu'il soit rentré.