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singswithstars | season three | au
the one where darla is given a third chance and dru becomes a mummy. again.

No good deed ever goes quite unpunished. And for Darla, the punishments just seem to keep on giving.

She wakes, coming to, not quite in the alley she died in. Everything is quite blurry; her memory, the facts, what she's seeing.

She pushes herself up slightly, finding herself lying flat on her back. Resting against her elbows, she looks around. The last time she awoke, it was from underneath the earth in a greenhouse. She can't quite say that pleased her, but she's thankful for what Drusilla did for her - even though she'll never quite say it.

The thought that this was merely an illusion - something that perhaps happens when you're dead - flutters across her mind and she waits for it to disperse. Darla's never had quite the run in good luck. If she's dead - and this is ... most definitely not heaven - then she's expecting flames and nothing that feels solidly connected to home.

She comes plummeting back to earth when she sees Drusilla.

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[ Dru had been settled over her, making little braids in Darla's hair while waiting for her to rise and shine (enjoy that, should you try running a hand through it, Grandmum). When the princess finally does come up from her nap, Dru gives an excited little clap, scooting up close beside her.

Probably not the best thing for Darla to wake up to - newly alive and ensouled once more - but for the moment Dru's not bent on ridding her of the nasty little soul sickness. For the moment. ]

Sleeping beauty's all woken up. Did you have lovely dreams, Grandmummy?

[ Shall we repeat 'Oh dear lord'? D:

She sits right up when it is confirmed that this is very much reality. She bolts right up.

When Drusilla scoots over, Darla doesn't shift away, but recoils a little, pushing the upper half of her body a little away from the other vampire. It's not that she doesn't like Drusilla. She's interesting. And has been with her for years. But sometimes, she needed a decade or two away from her just to regroup. And Dru being the first thing she sees every time she reawakens is not helping. ]

Sleeping Beauty was never dead, Dru. [ (annoyed) ] What are you doing here?

[ Since asking what she, herself, is doing here is a completely other story - and she's not all together with it at the moment - she figures she'll figure out Dru's game. Maybe she knows where her child is.

She makes a face. Because she cares. About that thing. When, in truth, that caring, toxic thing - it's soul - should be gone from her entire system now. Just as she should be ashes in a raining alley. ]

[ The lean away from her doesn't do Darla much good, seeing as Dru just leans in some more, completely unperturbed. She'd been so afraid he family was falling apart again - getting picked off one by one - so suffice to say nothing is likely to bring her mood down at this point.

She grabs her pillow and fluffs it distractedly, trying to domesticity. But who is Dru kidding? She's never been any kind of maid, so likely she's just making it extra lumpy by this point. ]

Wasn't she? Oh... That's no good. [ She pouts for a moment. Boo. 8(a She needs a dead princess. Well she'll get to her later. Her tone comes out sweet, in a kind of 'oh you silly goose :>' manner. ] Thought I'd be the first to see you when you woke up, love. Make Granny breakfast in bed?

[ Cue mug of blood picked up from the tray she's propped up next to the table or bed or what-have-you she stuck Darla on. Not warm because WHAT IS TECHNOLOGY, HOW DOES USE MICROWAVE. But. You know. She's trying. ]

[ Darla watches her fluff the pillow with a look of - it isn't exactly disgust, but her lip is curled and she's looking at Dru as though she's grown an extra head among the many heads she has. Dru's always been a little weird to her. She shouldn't be surprised by the human act.

She takes the mug of blood, looking at it for a few moments. Honestly, she really shouldn't be here. And - Well, if it's human -

Feelings. She doesn't quite understand why she is protesting against a mug of human blood. So she just keeps it in her hands, despite her desire to drink, and keeps staring at Dru. ]

Granny should be ashes in an alley right now. [ Her voice is harsh. As always, when it comes to Dru. :c ] What did you do, Dru?

[ ... ] Where's Angel? [ Did her voice go somewhat soft on the name? Well! Must've been the wind. ]

[ She knows Darla isn't a vampire at the moment. Something she plans on remedying, but Dru's never been one to pass up a good joke, especially a creepy one. Which is what she see the mug of blood as. You'll need that in a bit, dear, just hold on to it.

She gives a little giggle at Darla's question, bringing a sharp nail to her lips. ]

Shh shh shh, good girls don't go spreading secrets. [ A wicked smile pulls across her lips. You can likely bet demons and possible Wolfram & Hart had to do with it, but she won't be outing her friends. Not just yet.

There's a frown that pulls at that smile when Angel's mentioned. Her Daddy, all gone and spiteful towards her now. Her poor family all splintered. ]

Off and away, playing papa for some new thing. Wants a family of the living, he does. All shiny and new.

[ No supper for granddaughter. x(

Darla hasn't forgotten how aggravating Drusilla can be. It's her fault - Angelus', really - that she's this splintered little girl who speaks in riddles that Darla sometimes can't decipher. Falling back into the old habit of rolling her eyes and looking pointedly at Dru, speaking to her as though she's stupid. ] We both know I'm far from a good girl, Dru.

[ Even if she is ... human (not that she really knows, though, she feels exactly how she did when Wolfram & Hart brought her back. The confusing part is that she feels how she did while she was pregnant, too.). And a self-sacrificing vampire who had a soul temporarily. She wonders if her son has left a little piece of his soul within her.

She gets annoyed, unlike how she usually does with Dru, when she calls her child a thing. This soul business sucks. ] My child isn't a thing, Dru.

[ Then what is he, Darla? ]

Don't speak of him like he is one.

[ 8( BUT SHE'S BEEN SO GOOD LATELY. Sort of.

Oh Grandmum, that's the tone Dru loves the most. She knows you care under all the lovely, bright burning hate. Spurn her like a too eager pup - Dru will always come wobbling back. It's what she was made for. It's how she will always be - for eternity. ] Perspective, Mummy, perspective. You've always been so very good to me.

[ She scoots over closer, grabbing one of Darla's arms to link hers with as she inclines her head to rest it on her shoulder, like a little girl seeking comfort from a mother. Cold as she is, Dru will always find that a nurturing warmth fabricated mostly in her mind with her. She's family - a pillar in Drusilla's creaky, teetering dollhouse.

A pout comes to her lips at the harshness of her tone and Dru cuddles in closer in apology, a whimper in her voice. ]

Please don't be cross, Grandmum. If you like, we can got fetch him. Bring him home and raise him proper?

He doesn't want us anymore, Dru. [ Darla doesn't push her away. She couldn't even if she wanted to. Dru was there when she needed her family the most. Angel, who was meant to be the other half of her lack of soul, was nowhere in sight. How many times was she going to let him walk all over her before she finally snapped his neck? ] He's not the Angelus he once was.

[ Despite the good in him - and how susceptible to bad he was - he hasn't been the Angelus they know for a very long time. Darla leans into Dru's embrace, circling her shoulders with her arm. It's the first human thing she's done in a while. Instead of chasing after a ghost and pushing the one - not exactly living - being away, she anchors herself. She'll fight Dru later. ]

What are we going to do, Dru?

[ She hates feeling defeated, as a vampire and a human. But she can't help but succumb into it just now. She's lost everything - her son and his father, her second chance, her life and possible redemption - and she didn't quite know where that left her. ]

Papa's left the roost - all the little chicks weep and cry and momma hen pines, but he won't be home. [ Her voice is quiet and hitched, like a little girl on the verge of tears. Dru rubs the side of her face against Darla's shoulder, slim, cold hands bunched in the fabric of her shirt as she babbles sorrowfully. ] Moons and moons and never will he be home.

[ Out of touch as Drusilla may seem, she knows and understands the state of things - the four of them, the Whirlwind, are all scattered to far corners. Dru's precious family, all that created her, and she feels like just a relic of the past, a broken, forgotten doll left behind in the attic. So she'll cling to them, attempt to force them back together, knowing it's likely futile, but if Drusilla is good at anything, it's replacing the parts of reality she has no taste for with her own.

She twirls a lock of Darla's hair between her fingers, still burrowed into her shoulder, and speaks with a bit of a pout in her voice. ]

We'll bring them back, Grandmum. Our Lost Boys. We must remind them of Never Never Land and all our pretty dreams. All our lovely adventures.

[ Darla's going to continue to sulk. She doesn't push Dru away because she's the only one who really wants her. Spike's nowhere to be found. Angel's a lost cause. Despite how hard she is to keep on the ball, Dru is all Darla has. And, honestly, she wouldn't have it any other way.

She won't admit to that, of course. ]

We can't have adventures if I have a soul.

[ It's the most disgusting thing since finding out Angel had feelings for the Slayer. She doesn't like how she feels at all. The mayhem and destruction they wreaked on towns and individuals will now be hindered by her concious. She doesn't know how Angelus dealt with this horrible feeling of being suffocated, let alone make peace with it. ]

It won't be like how it was before, Dru. Too much has changed. [ Angel. Spike. Dru. Darla herself. The times. They have a Slayer who won't die and also a vampire who can't decide whether to stay permanently dusted. ]

[ Darla may soon want to start pushing Dru away, because as the whole 'soul' topic is brought up, voice drops a bit and the predator she is starts to show a tad, inching closer than is likely comfortable. ]

That's what I'm here for, Grandmum. [ Spoken in a sugary-sweet tone, almost soothing ] I can make that nasty soul go right away. Pluck it right out, like a splinter.

[ The head on her shoulder begins to slide closer to Darla's neck, vision very pointedly focused on the vein there as a nail goes from her hair to drag across the side of it. She wants to help, Grandmammy, really, she does. ]

Nonsense, love. We'll make it be like before. Our precious little dollhouse, walls and floors all ruby read with sweet, shrill music and creaky shadows lurking in the attic.

You're forgetting one thing. [ darla deadpans. even while she stinks of humanity and is in possession of a soul, she still manages to lacquer her voice with a monotone for drusilla. but it has a sliver of exhaustion coating it. darla wants it all; the dollhouse to be hers and attainable, and that splinter to be removed right from her ribcage. but she can feel it wrapping around her bones tightly, not wanting to let go, and she feels herself drowning in a sea of guilt. ]

There's a soul in the attic, Dru. There's no guarantee that it will disappear if I'm reunited with who I once was.

[ such a pessimistic, darla is, when all she is is optimistic that her darling boy will reunite with her once again. humanity stinks. literally. ]

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HURGH I AM SLOW /)_(\ SORRY BB

I AM SLOWER. I AM SO SORRY. AH. jsyk i am loving this like spike loves dru. in season two of btvs.

I AM THE SLOWEST X( EAT IT. And fffff fjdklsfasjl I LOVE IT SO MUCH (GYAY) /clings to

NO. one day we will have massive back & forth! this is still me btw. :c icons. username. life sucks.

OOONE DAAAAY ;3;

THE WORLD WILL IMPLODE. DRU, STOP BEING SDJFKJLSD.

A MILLION YEARS LATER, A TAG ;;

/CRADLES ♥ my life is so beautiful now ;;

ANOTHER CENTURY PASSES

TWO CENTURIES PASS HERE. think you can beat that?