But now I'm wanting to write Dru/Willow.

Eeeeee!

And-- mme. Jay, you fill me with delight just by existing. So imagine how I feel when I read your goddamn writing. I'm just sad I won't be able to code this story and feel it underneath my hands in that way, because I don't run your BtVS site.

blush.

You like it so far, then? Is the Latin okay? My knowledge of Catholic rituals is very much second hand, but I'm guessing that poor Dru would have been performing the Angelus three times a day before it arrived incarnate to steal her heartbeat.

Connie, you have a typo in the second word -- "ware" should be "were", I think.

I like the Latin, I think, yes.

Connie, I liked that you went into Tara's head. She's kind of a mystery next to the other talky Scoobs.

Connie, you have a typo in the second word -- "ware" should be "were", I think.

Grumble, glurble, too busy worrying if mendi was right to see what was right in front of me. Mmpfh.

I like Tara a whole lot, someone with an authentic religious relationship to the magic instead of a feminist-power/cool stuff relationship. I think if she'd had the chance she would have run rings around that stilly Wiccan campus group.

Nice, Fay. Very nice.

I think Drusilla must be rising or something, because she's in my latest as well. This is just a taster, it's going to need some research doing to get the details of the building right (I've visted, but it's been modernised since 1890).

I think they're going to smash the place up, unless I can find a Watcher to stop them.

~~~

“Yes! In here, my William!” Drusilla cried, racing up the steps. In the shadows between the great pillars, she looked like a ghost, pale skin and white dress.

“The door’ll be locked,” he told her, knowing that it wouldn’t make any difference. This woman- vampire- was so wild, so free, nothing that simple could stop her going where she wanted to go.

“I don’t care. Let’s go in and see the pretty things.”

“They’re all behind glass, Drusilla. You can’t touch them; it’s not allowed.”

“We’ll smash the glass- shatter it in the moonshine.” She ran back and forth, flitting across the broad pavement outside the museum. Lit by a mingle of moonlight and gaslight, she was as beautiful as she had ever been- or so he assumed. He’d only known her for three nights, but poetics could have it no other way.

“Drusilla, it’s the British Museum. You can’t just walk in.”

“Why not?” she shrugged and danced a few steps until she was in front of the tall doors. She knocked twice, clear taps ringing out in the cold air. “Anybody home? Time for friends to visit.”

When there was no answer, William put a foot up and kicked, enjoying his new strength, the power that flowed in him. And, of course, loving the fact that this was forbidden, a desecration.

The door swung open and they swaggered in, confident beyond anything he’d imagined was possible.

~~~

ooh, I like your Dru. I like your Spike, but I really like your Dru.

Drusilla Rising?

Imagine being born w/that rising sign.

Thanks, Deena. makes note to that effect. might come in useful if she starts demanding Daniel again

(BTW, Deena, do you use Yahoo IM? I'm amchau42. Be nice to talk to you that way.)

sumi, that would be... um... interesting.