Wow. Came here via a rec from frimfram and wow. That was so well done – I don’t think I’ve read anything so lyrical, getting right into the voice of Drusilla, using snippets of nursery rhymes, poems and religious verse so effectively. That was extraordinary.
There’s really so much to like but what specifically got to me was all her predictions of Connor, particularly as it was not so long after her turning.
As your water rushes out, love rushes in, a give-and-take you’ve never known, because coming together is something you never ever do.
Her understanding of how Darla will be both destroyed and restored at the same time is wonderful.
the windows are dolls’ eyes, glassy and blind.
I love that it’s so simple, yet completely on the mark of what Drusilla would say.
I loved very much Darla’s final words to Angelus – reminding him of his daddy issues and planting the words that he will repeat to William.
I dunno if you intended this, but it struck me that because Drusilla is still quite young here and perhaps without the distraction of William, you could sort of imagine these thoughts might go wizzing around her head all the time, whereas later on she might have learned to control herself a bit more? I’m not sure but it sure worked well.
Do you mind if I friend you? I’d love to keep up with what you’re writing.