Part 1: A Little Help with the Thinking
Harmony twirled around, giggling, her blood red lipstick and nail polish matching the color of the fat bow tying off her French braid. Drusilla tried very hard to be distracted by the singing fairies in her head, but couldn't help noticing the cute pink and silver glitter that Harm had added to lips, nails and bow.
While Harm prattled on about going out to look for Mexican food – as if it required searching in Mexico City – memories of Daddy, her Darling Boy and Grandmum flickered through Dru's mind. With a sigh, she put them aside. Both Daddy and her lovely William were lost to her, seduced away by a tiny blonde with darts in her eyes. Grandmum had vanished while Dru was in Sunnydale, leaving Dru to drift untethered in the world. All those mysterious little details someone else had always taken care of had harried Dru, refusing to be killed away.
Then Harmony had floundered into Dru's path, drunk from feeding in low rent bars and mistaking Drusilla for a tour guide. After recalling herself to the blonde with a sharp slap, and enduring Harm's sodden commiseration over what bastards men were, it occurred to Dru that Harmony was a fitting companion to take Spike's place in fending off the demands of reality for Dru.
It really did seem like a good idea at the time – before the high school cheers after kills, before the stick-on unicorn tattoos, before the sparkly glitter in nearly everything Harm wore. Glitter that often laughed at Dru, making her suspect it knew things she didn't.
Now Dru watched as Harmony tried to untangle a cat o' nine tails, managing to get her fingers knotted into it and working herself into a pet. "Stupid tail-y, whippy thing!", Harm sulked after she'd freed her fingers by shredding Drusilla's favorite implement of erotic punishment with her fangs. "It's made my fingers all red and I don't even have hand cream for them! Charlize Theron has hand cream!"
There was a still, shocked moment as Drusilla realized, from the depths of her insanity, that she was the brains of the outfit.
Harmony twirled around, giggling, her blood red lipstick and nail polish matching the color of the fat bow tying off her French braid. Drusilla tried very hard to be distracted by the singing fairies in her head, but couldn't help noticing the cute pink and silver glitter that Harm had added to lips, nails and bow.
While Harm prattled on about going out to look for Mexican food – as if it required searching in Mexico City – memories of Daddy, her Darling Boy and Grandmum flickered through Dru's mind. With a sigh, she put them aside. Both Daddy and her lovely William were lost to her, seduced away by a tiny blonde with darts in her eyes. Grandmum had vanished while Dru was in Sunnydale, leaving Dru to drift untethered in the world. All those mysterious little details someone else had always taken care of had harried Dru, refusing to be killed away.
Then Harmony had floundered into Dru's path, drunk from feeding in low rent bars and mistaking Drusilla for a tour guide. After recalling herself to the blonde with a sharp slap, and enduring Harm's sodden commiseration over what bastards men were, it occurred to Dru that Harmony was a fitting companion to take Spike's place in fending off the demands of reality for Dru.
It really did seem like a good idea at the time – before the high school cheers after kills, before the stick-on unicorn tattoos, before the sparkly glitter in nearly everything Harm wore. Glitter that often laughed at Dru, making her suspect it knew things she didn't.
Now Dru watched as Harmony tried to untangle a cat o' nine tails, managing to get her fingers knotted into it and working herself into a pet. "Stupid tail-y, whippy thing!", Harm sulked after she'd freed her fingers by shredding Drusilla's favorite implement of erotic punishment with her fangs. "It's made my fingers all red and I don't even have hand cream for them! Charlize Theron has hand cream!"
There was a still, shocked moment as Drusilla realized, from the depths of her insanity, that she was the brains of the outfit.
