The Princess.

The moon started whispering to me. All sorts of dreadful things.

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"What fun...it's like a party."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

@BeforeOurCrime "Sweet thing..."

[I coo with delight, my gaze raking over her. Lingering on her throat.]

"Sweet enough to eat."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

[I bring my hand to my mouth, fingertips brushing against my lower lip as my tongue peeks out, almost able to taste the memory of the bleeding girl.]

"The poor, caged bird... I set her free."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"A slayer..."

[I tilt my head, giving her a curious once over.]

"Have you come to bleed for me?"

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

[A princess should know best about her knight.

Even when his armour rusts from the sunlight.]

[𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘠 @bloodoenem]

She knows just how to cheer him up.

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

[Oh, poor thing.

She'll bring him someone sweet to eat.]

[𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘠 @bloodoenem]

He’s awake but at what cost?

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"Something wicked this way comes..."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"There's treason in my court." her fingers twitch, nails sharp and ready to drip with blood. "I'm fetching the guillotine."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"Two lumps and a splash of arsenic to cool it. Like cream, without the taste."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"Only some of my toys are porcelain, but I'm content to let you pick the judge. What happens if there's a tie?"

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"I have a table for two and a good doll who can keep score."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"We could have someone measure us to see..."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"I have a reflection after all..."

@Drusilla

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"Maybe if I leave it in, this time, and just cut them open..." it's worth trying; she's always loved her little experiments.

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

"Just the blonde ones," Drusilla murmurs, almost as if picking up on Spike's very thoughts. So in tune with her childe that they rarely need words, but this is non-negotiable. "Blue or green eyes. I have a whole jar still of brown."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

Isn't he so sweet? Drusilla could practically purr with contentment if she wasn't still thrumming with tension.

A few dead girls from now, though? She'll be right as rain.

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

Well... he [does] bleed so well for her. Always has, leans into every cut like it's a kiss. If her heart could still beat, it'd flutter at the very sight of that.

But she wants to break things. Shatter glass and bones alike. Maybe it would be better if he brings a gift.

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

@PeroxideVampire — Daddy's blood in me. All that he is, all that he will be. But you? You have [mine]."

[The Princess. @NameAllTheStars]

@PeroxideVampire — question. She knows that he does; can feel how badly he craves this reassurance. Some evidence to prove that he's not still that fragile, little boy that she made hers forever with a kiss in that cold alley all those years ago. She leans in close, her lips at his ear. "I have —