Oh, Fay. Wow.

I'll second that. Wow, and also Oooooo.

Ah, Fay. I'll have to shower you with roses in L.A.

Fay, that's GORGEOUS.

I didn't get into last week's suggestion for the drabble, but this week has put this in my head:

Tonight was the only night she'd wander the town and he'd know she'd not feed. She glided through the crowds, called by the rituals, unable to resist the incantations of death.

Her cool fingers slipped across the faces of rapt children, her mutterings making sense to them, as they clutched their parents' hands tighter in delighted fear.

She was all lace and death and blood, shrouded in her elaborate mantilla.

He followed at a careful distance. He still stood out as ever, bright head ducked between leathered shoulders, keeping an eye on his love.

"Happy Dia de los Muertos, princess."

Okay, I skipped one week of sunday100, and suddenly it's all schmoop.

This is new, right?

ita! Sensational! And a brilliant choice of holiday.

Mine was up yesterday, but I'll add here:

Memorial Night

Churchyards look better in the rain.

She walks barefoot between headstones, her delicate shoes dangling from one hand. This isn't really rain, it's more a heavy mist, the kind you expect near the English Channel. The headstones are fine; it's down near the beach, where everyone landed that day in all the mud and noise, where all the nasty crosses are. She's certainly not going near those.

She remembers lying in a crusader's tomb, her arms wrapped around Spike, waiting for nightfall, wanting to feed. So many dead, so many dying here, on the cold misty beaches of Normandy.

Deb, yours is dark and heavy and leaves a lump in my throat.

And a brilliant choice of holiday.

And on reading up, I discovered that there's a "lady of death" icon associated with it, but in 100 words there's no room to map Dru onto it.

She'd look lovely in a mantilla, wouldn't she?

ita, I do seem to be devloping a thing about Dru and her pricey shoes. Transference, big time, with the obsession; she is not going to get her Jimmy Choo heels wet in all that narsty mud, nuh-uh.

Actually, wasn't she wearing a mantilla, when Spike bit his mama and Dru came over later? And uttered the Best. Line. Ever.? "You want to bring your mum wiv us?" I recall lace mittens and a mantilla.

Glad you liked it! There's a whole world of myth-fic waiting to be written.

Gorgeous drabbles, ladies. Really lovely detail & v. evocative. Go Team!

I'm bored. I just Googled my pen name, and most of the references to Two Ladies of Quality are, heh, to me.