i find you all unwoven (btvs | buffy/drusilla)

[fiachairecht]

i find you all unwoven. buffy the vampire slayer, buffy/drusilla. drusilla retrieves her slayer from heaven (that's bad). 200w, rated t. for the prompt 'it feels better biting down' at sapphic spring.

Her slayer's skin is cold, a thin sheet of silky stars that slips down obligingly whenever Drusilla's teeth come out. She's just like space, the hole her Spike left behind and the strange little bits behind death that wink whenever the moon's out.

Her slayer doesn't like hearing that, even though she asked to go back to death, cried when Drusilla gathered her up and carried her back. Ungrateful, Drusilla thinks, but she can't be sorry because it's better than Miss Edith's taunts.

She pulls her slayer into her lap, brushes her hair over and over with the silver-backed brush. It doesn't hurt as much as the sun, but it's still gold, shiny and brittle and sometimes bright enough that Drusilla has to squint, when tears or blood or candle-flame get too close.

You wanted to go back, Drusilla says sometimes. I'll make Miss Edith watch over you, when her slayer's been cruel and tried to run.

Sometimes she says nothing at all, because her slayer's skin is cold and her teeth are sharp — sinking home, drinking life.

And then the stars bead down the front of Drusilla's dress, her slayer's neck.

And then she knows her slayer loves her.