A/N: There's not much in this chapter but a little explanation of things, hence the title. It really just links chapters three and five.
Chapter Four: Trivial Matters
It occurs to him that he doesn't know where they're going, so he asks.
"My cave," she answers. "I'm tired."
Lindsey isn't, but doesn't argue. He wonders about her living in a cave. How could Darla live in a cave? She's always been somewhat glamourous. It just doesn't seem right.
At last, they reach a large tunnel in the side of a mountain. It's just the right height for Darla, but Lindsey has to duck a couple inches. For once in his life, he's grateful that he's a bit shorter than Angel. To his relief, it's actually warmer inside the tunnel than out. After a short walk, the tunnel opens up to a large room. Lindsey's surprised, like he has been so many times since his arrival to the Shadowlands, at how nicely furnished it is.
Darla laughs when she sees the expression on Lindsey's face. "Lindsey, honey, we're not in hell."
An orangish glow from six wall lamps lights up the room. A large wardrobe stands against the wall. A red velvet rug lies on the floor beside a single queen-sized bed. Lindsey looks at the bed. He then looks at Darla to see that she's also looking at the bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor," he offers.
She smirks at him. "I don't mind sleeping with you, you know. I've slept with a lot of men. Many of them paid me."
"But I do mind."
Darla's smirk fades, but she doesn't push it. She walks over to the wardrobe, sets her rapier on top of it, and says, "Don't look."
Lindsey obediently turns around, remembering a time when he would have jumped at the chance to sleep in the same bed at Darla or to see her undress, but those days are long passed. He has another woman possessing his thoughts, and thinking of her brings him close to screams and tears.
...But after a moment, Lindsey does sneak a furtive glance Darla's way. He is only a heterosexual human male, after all.
A/N: I'm really sorry about how much the next chapter is focused on Lindsey. I really am, but... Too bad.
Chapter Four: Trivial Matters
It occurs to him that he doesn't know where they're going, so he asks.
"My cave," she answers. "I'm tired."
Lindsey isn't, but doesn't argue. He wonders about her living in a cave. How could Darla live in a cave? She's always been somewhat glamourous. It just doesn't seem right.
At last, they reach a large tunnel in the side of a mountain. It's just the right height for Darla, but Lindsey has to duck a couple inches. For once in his life, he's grateful that he's a bit shorter than Angel. To his relief, it's actually warmer inside the tunnel than out. After a short walk, the tunnel opens up to a large room. Lindsey's surprised, like he has been so many times since his arrival to the Shadowlands, at how nicely furnished it is.
Darla laughs when she sees the expression on Lindsey's face. "Lindsey, honey, we're not in hell."
An orangish glow from six wall lamps lights up the room. A large wardrobe stands against the wall. A red velvet rug lies on the floor beside a single queen-sized bed. Lindsey looks at the bed. He then looks at Darla to see that she's also looking at the bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor," he offers.
She smirks at him. "I don't mind sleeping with you, you know. I've slept with a lot of men. Many of them paid me."
"But I do mind."
Darla's smirk fades, but she doesn't push it. She walks over to the wardrobe, sets her rapier on top of it, and says, "Don't look."
Lindsey obediently turns around, remembering a time when he would have jumped at the chance to sleep in the same bed at Darla or to see her undress, but those days are long passed. He has another woman possessing his thoughts, and thinking of her brings him close to screams and tears.
...But after a moment, Lindsey does sneak a furtive glance Darla's way. He is only a heterosexual human male, after all.
A/N: I'm really sorry about how much the next chapter is focused on Lindsey. I really am, but... Too bad.