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Um, I appear to have committed femmeslash…
Title: Snow-White and Rose-Red (drabble)
Fandom: Doctor Who/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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unfeathered
Pairing: Lucy Saxon/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords/Not Fade Away
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: After her Harry's death, Lucy finds someone to comfort and help her
Author’s Note: This came about following this conversation withwoodsong_1978 when I was coaxing her into playing Lucy to my Master in RP. You can blame the excellence of her characterisation for getting me thinking about Lucy properly for the first time. :-)
She’d been with other women before (she'd been to public school) but not like this.
Drusilla was no schoolgirl with a crush and clumsy, fumbling fingers. Drusilla was ancient and powerful, full of magic and visions of the future. And skill like Lucy had never imagined.
She wondered what they looked like together: thin, pale bodies with large eyes, red mouths, long curling hair, and long bony fingers with red, red nails.
Those elegant hands (so cold, like Harry's) cupped her face. “Now,” Drusilla murmured, staring into her eyes and her mind. “Let’s see if we can find your Harry.”
Continued here.
(Not completely sure about the title, but it sort of fits)
Title: Snow-White and Rose-Red (drabble)
Fandom: Doctor Who/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
unfeatheredPairing: Lucy Saxon/Drusilla
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords/Not Fade Away
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: After her Harry's death, Lucy finds someone to comfort and help her
Author’s Note: This came about following this conversation with
woodsong_1978 when I was coaxing her into playing Lucy to my Master in RP. You can blame the excellence of her characterisation for getting me thinking about Lucy properly for the first time. :-)She’d been with other women before (she'd been to public school) but not like this.
Drusilla was no schoolgirl with a crush and clumsy, fumbling fingers. Drusilla was ancient and powerful, full of magic and visions of the future. And skill like Lucy had never imagined.
She wondered what they looked like together: thin, pale bodies with large eyes, red mouths, long curling hair, and long bony fingers with red, red nails.
Those elegant hands (so cold, like Harry's) cupped her face. “Now,” Drusilla murmured, staring into her eyes and her mind. “Let’s see if we can find your Harry.”
Continued here.
(Not completely sure about the title, but it sort of fits)
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