Oh wow. This is lovely in a dark, haunting way and the imagery... GUH! Each one is amazing but Darla's, Dru's and Wesley's are especially rich and powerful. Particularly these pieces:
You lap and lick and suckle and he tastes so fresh and pure that you know, in that instant at his wrist, that he is yours—your family, and more. There could never be bad blood between you.
In the end, this is what love really tastes like: fear, despair, sorrow, rage.
Forgiveness. (Wesley)
and...
All your effort, all your artistry, and she has suddenly been reduced to a sacrament, her body transubstantiated into a mere loaf of bread, the abbey floor into the table of a hated Christ, and her blood:—well, you can guess. Was the Mother Mary like this—a ripe vineyard, a fruit on the vine waiting to be plucked, her belly a barrel for the fermenting of the next Messiah? (Drusilla)
and...
When she opens her vein for you, she opens up an atlas.... Her womb is a mud-soaked grave, and she births you in cold blood.
This is a wonderful one-shot, one that will stay with you long after reading it. Wonderful job!
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You lap and lick and suckle and he tastes so fresh and pure that you know, in that instant at his wrist, that he is yours—your family, and more. There could never be bad blood between you.
In the end, this is what love really tastes like: fear, despair, sorrow, rage.
Forgiveness. (Wesley)
and...
All your effort, all your artistry, and she has suddenly been reduced to a sacrament, her body transubstantiated into a mere loaf of bread, the abbey floor into the table of a hated Christ, and her blood:—well, you can guess. Was the Mother Mary like this—a ripe vineyard, a fruit on the vine waiting to be plucked, her belly a barrel for the fermenting of the next Messiah? (Drusilla)
and...
When she opens her vein for you, she opens up an atlas.... Her womb is a mud-soaked grave, and she births you in cold blood.
This is a wonderful one-shot, one that will stay with you long after reading it. Wonderful job!