Evening Floral Deliveries (Drusilla and Rogue)

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

Delivered to the Fandom High basement (well...actually the door to the basement because the deliveryman is SO NOT GOING DOWN THERE) attention Drusilla (crazyvampchick).



The card reads:

Princess,

I don't suppose you'd go for a cozy dinner for two instead?

Don't answer that.

When and where do you want me, love?

S





Delivered to the basement (see above) attention Drusilla (crazyvampchick).



The bouquet is accompanied by a pencil sketch of Drusilla the way that she looked on the day she was supposed to take her vows and join the convent.

On the sketch it reads:

You're still as beautiful as the day I took you.

Of course I'll come to dinner.

Love,

Daddy





Delivered to the East Attic, attention Rogue (marieann_d).



The card reads:

Hey, sugarbutt,

Don't think I forgot about you. Because I haven't. I'm back for good at the school now.

Sheldon

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Coward! And for this I gave you a tip?]

[jacks-roses.livejournal.com]

[OOC: 20% hardly pays for the funeral expenses!]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Not my fault you don't have good life insurance!]

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue grins and puts the roses on her dresser.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: LOL!]}

[crazyvampchick]

Drusilla takes her flowers from Spike and puts them in a vase filled with water. She slips the note inside a journal and presses a few petals of the flowers along with it.

When she reads Angelus' note, Drusilla takes a moment to unfold the drawing, smoothing it along the table while humming a little tune. Then she holds her wrist over the picture and slices one sharp fingernail across it, drawing blood. It spatters across the picture, and then Drusilla sits, absently licking at her wrist until the wound heals shut. She reaches out with one hand and smears the blood across the sketch until it's covered in a thin, almost transparent layer and the black graphite is smudged and blurred.

"There," she says brightly. "That's better." She slides it inside the same journal as Spike's note.

[crazyvampchick]

(ooc: FYI

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: He's glad she liked it.]

[crazyvampchick]

(ooc: Did he have any doubts? Really and truly?)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: No, but he's still glad she liked it. He was actually going to send that to her anyway, but replying to her invite gave him a chance to kill two birds with one stone.]