#orumad ; spike & drusilla

[vacanpaathy]

SPIKE ( @orumad​ ) said ❝ you and me and the devil makes three. ❞ /spike @ dru long overdue !! // PINTEREST BS | ACCEPTING

Wicked grins, wicked grins. Oh how charming her knight is, how dashing and daring !! Giggles bubble up like a pretty little fountain burbling-- burbling like the blood in the man’s neck all pretty and yummy and wet. Her knight is all red too, all red and ripe for kisses. His arm around slim waist is tight as promises and makes her want to growl, swoon and kiss all at once. But there’s so many presents to unwrap !! She can barely contain herself !! Humming and biting and grabbing at him she nuzzles into his neck. Next the man the pretty girl is crying, Her Spike left her for princess, it sends hearts all a flutter.  ❝ You and he always give me such lovely surprises Spike. My dear and darling boy. ❞ She kisses him all smiles and giddiness.  ❝ It’s all messes and crying and pretty party streamers, all for me !! Oh Spike !! ❞

[insidevcice]

orumad ; accepting ; spike & drusilla

“HUSH HUSH, MOMMY’S HERE.“ lips press together into a curving smile, feet dragging the woman close to the one who could never truly leave her side or her heart. she leans close and takes him in; his scent, all too familiar that makes the vampress make a small growling sound, pleased. “oh yes, no more bad william. you smell of death and deceit.“ nails drag on the skin of his cheeks. jawline and cheekbones for days he has. blue pale eyes open to stare back at his own. “you’ve been naughty and so has been daddy. must princess always fix you up?“

[eyetoent]

oh no! a soul! l @orumad​

“i understand now, spike. i understand why angel acted as he did. this is . .” 

     drusilla shakes, tears nearly breaking through. the memories, the pain, the emotion she’d never been able to comprehend is on the breach of spilling over. 

“i see them, you know. my family. i hear them. they haunt me, they curse me.”

      her words no longer hold a dreamy quality. long gone are her pauses and moments of being lost. it’s as if she was a child again, scared - surrounded with memories that made the torture she endured somehow more bearable. drusilla was on the brink of something. whether it was a further plummet of madness or found sanity was yet to be known, however.

[altarsburning]

@orumad — for spike.

the lair was cold and damp — and drusilla had never been a fan of the cold, nor the wet: it reminded her too much of back there and back then. but her fractured mind didn’t let her rest on that or any other thought too long. she wandered carelessly, aimlessly, looking for spike, running her fingers along the exposed brick walls, calling out his name in her eerie sing-song voice.

‘ spike, darling.. i can’t find you.. i can’t see you.. ‘ a vampire passed her and she watched him go with those impossibly big black eyes. ‘ tsk, tsk.. shouldn’t think such nasty thoughts, or the priest will have your hide. ‘ she turned back and continued walking, coming into a more well-lit common area.

‘ spike.. mr. puppet was being terribly awful to miss louise. he wouldn’t take back the foul things he said, so we had to cut off his head. ‘ she draped an arm around him, tucking her slender form close. ‘ off.. with his head. ‘