But look! Sick children!
::waves congested toddlers in front of you, they whine and crawl back on the couch::
0nlymemories, I'm almost done with your manuscript, hon! I'm usually Speedy Beta. But look! ::points to sick children again::
So I managed to drabble for open_on_sunday. Just cross-posting now. ::points to...yeah, I know:: This week's theme: food/eating.
Sometimes he dreams of blood:
Buffy’s, Lilah’s, Connor’s...Dru’s when he turned her.
Three pulsed down his throat. One merely spattered on his hands.
Sometimes he sees them burning:
Darla and Dru in the warehouse. Spike in the desert.
Sometimes he dreams of water:
Falling, rising. Glass and hunger.
Here he sees Holland Manners, an elevator:
“Home Office, Angel?” he says.
This time he leaps up, heroic.
For in dreams, even a vampire can fly.
“Oh Dru, I can see the stars...”
But, even in dreams, a vampire cannot achieve escape velocity.
He falls--an icarus--into Acathla’s hungry mouth.