AtS Fanfic: Like Pink Paper
Jun. 15th, 2009 06:49 pmTitle: Like Pink Paper
Fandom: Angel the Series
Character(s): Drusilla, Darla
Pairing(s): Darla/Drusilla
Word Count: 138
Genre: general
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Written for
comment_fic. Ooh, look, femslash! Prompt: "Angel, Drusilla/anyone, "Little girls tear so easily, like pink paper."." Mmm, orphans are tasty treats, and they tear open so easily. (Oh god, I kind of want more of this pairing. >>;; That's bad.)
Link: comment_fic
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“Oh, grand-mummy, little girls tear so easily, like pink paper,” Drusilla moaned as she bit into another wailing little girl from the orphanage they had raided.
Darla hummed agreement as she wiped her mouth of the blood of the small girl she had just drained dry. “They do, but they're hardly a filling meal, Dru,” she complained before slipping an arm around Drusilla's waist. “Let's whores to suck dry. Nice contract to the appetizer, don't you think?”
Drusilla dropped the dead girl in a pink frilly dress to the ground as she wrapped herself around Darla. “Oh yes. Dirty, dirty, dirty tastes oh so tasty,” she said blithely as she nuzzled Darla's neck.
With a sharp grin, Darla lead Drusilla out of the empty orphanage for a a street corner for their main course.
Fandom: Angel the Series
Character(s): Drusilla, Darla
Pairing(s): Darla/Drusilla
Word Count: 138
Genre: general
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Written for
Link: comment_fic
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“Oh, grand-mummy, little girls tear so easily, like pink paper,” Drusilla moaned as she bit into another wailing little girl from the orphanage they had raided.
Darla hummed agreement as she wiped her mouth of the blood of the small girl she had just drained dry. “They do, but they're hardly a filling meal, Dru,” she complained before slipping an arm around Drusilla's waist. “Let's whores to suck dry. Nice contract to the appetizer, don't you think?”
Drusilla dropped the dead girl in a pink frilly dress to the ground as she wrapped herself around Darla. “Oh yes. Dirty, dirty, dirty tastes oh so tasty,” she said blithely as she nuzzled Darla's neck.
With a sharp grin, Darla lead Drusilla out of the empty orphanage for a a street corner for their main course.