The Drusilla Experiment

[bookishwench]

My muse is running a little dry at the moment; hence, taken with permission from girlpire, whose Angel Experiment is a great deal of fun, I present the Drusilla Experiment.

Ask a question in the comments, and I'll get Drusilla to answer it. It can be about absolutely anything. She'll reply to every question - although I can't guarantee she'll give a direct answer. :) ...or in Dru's case, I can't guarantee a coherent answer.

Do be sure to check the comments though to make certain you're not asking a question someone else asked... that'd confuse poor Dru and make her think she was in a timewarp or something, and the dear doesn't need to have reality shift on her more than it already has. Oh, and I might want to put this up on Blackberry Patch eventually, so I may quote your questions.

(Also, yadda yadda, I'm not Joss, yadda yadda, I'm not Juliet, yadda yadda, I make no money from this.)

Comments

[petzipellepingo.livejournal.com]

Why Dru dearest - what have you been doing since you left Sunnydale ("Crush")?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Pretty portrait of me...

Wept a while, flowed in tears down a river, visions of flames and cold, hot death eating away my prince to bits. I went all away, don't remember how or where, thought of tumbling down the hill after Jack, but Mummy said that tumbling was a sin, and besides, I'm a lady. I woke finally in Paris again. There was blood under my nails. Don't know whose.

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Paris is lovely, pretty one. Croissants are perfect with butter and sweet raspberry jam, or other red things. Venice is good; was there in the old days. Splish, splash, and away the nasty bits go down the canals and far away. Didn't like the gondolas, though. They made me feel a bit sick. Also, people acted so startled when they noticed my reflection wasn't in the water. Really quite rude.

Just now I'm in Saskatchewan. I chose it for it's such fun to say. I made friends with a moose. Pretty antlers...

[zandra-x.livejournal.com]

Did Angelus tease you later about falling under the love spell when you almost bit Xander?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Daddy was rather cross I hit him, so he punished me, which was lovely. He tried to make me all queasy inside by calling me silly for wanting the one in funny clothes... but I knew better. If he'd let me take him, no heart in the spell, no crayons mended, the world would go poof, and the demons could have come out to play with me. Daddy promised they would with the great, ugly statue, but he told a lie. I could have done.

[ladyali.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't even his birthday, why did the King of Cups expect a picnic? That seems a bit selfish.

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was naughty of him, no doubt, but kings do get so demanding sometimes. Picnics are lovely and all, but too many gives one a stomach ache and a paunchy tum. That's what happend to the king with the white jumpsuit. He tasted of fried banana and peanut butter sandwiches.

Hungry...

[stormwreath.livejournal.com]

How did you and Miss Edith first meet?

What's the best and worst thing about life (or unlife) in the 21st century compared to when you were a girl?

Why does the spanking have to stop on Tuesdays?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Miss Edith was a prezzie from a little girl. She left it behind, you see, and couldn't take her along to the bright stars and angels where she was heading, so I tended to her.

Time flows back and forth for me, like a whirlpool, so past is present is future, but when I can see the layers properly... I like how clean everyone is now. Cleanliness is next to godliness, said Sister, and today people smell of vanilla and chocolate and strawberries and lillies. People were rather less pleasant in my time, and my nose is ever so delicate. I don't like the way people dress today, especially the ladies, if one may even call them that. No whisper of crinoline or swaying skirt or pretty lace, just flesh and fabric like paint over it. No secrets. No mystery. Dreadfully boring.

One must sit down sometime, after all, and Tuesday is good. The apocolypse always seems to happen on Tuesday, too, so one wants to be well-rested.

[mere-ubu.livejournal.com]

Hi there, Dru. *offers cup of tea*

Let's talk boys: What do you look for in an ideal mate? (And are antlers involved?) Do you still miss your darling, deadly boy or have you moved on?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Ooo, men. ::licks lip::

I know when I see what I like, yeah? Pretty boys what pay attention to a princess, and can dance, dance, dance from dawn til dusk until my feet leave bloody footprints over the floor. Sometimes I take a turn with a fellow (or lady, if the mood takes) for only an hour or so. Usually they ask to leave after that. Beg, really. And I let them go, fly away on feathery wings, white swans or black crows. But for a mate, ooo, he must sparkle and shimmer, diamond in the rrrrr-rough, and his shadow must have eyes to it.

Pretty Spike is mine, always. He flows through me, and I through him, eternal fountain springing in deadly red drops. Can't be parted, not at the core, not when I sing through him and he in me like a lullaby of dark wine. No moving on. All times are now. I shall have my darlings, but none shall have me.

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

Hello Dru :)

What made you choose William to be your Dark Knight?

And where do you get your pretty dresses, I do so love them?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Sweet William was in such pain that night, oh yes. I heard it call out to me, echoing off the cobbles and making the horses start in the street. Daddy and Grandmummy don't hear such things, and it isn't at all polite to tell them they're deaf when they don't know. But William's heart was screaming, screaming, screaming in my head. I followed, thinking he might make a lovely treat, but I saw him, and pennants flapped in the breeze and I knew he would joust for me with his great, long lance, make Daddy a lovely new friend, and annoy Grandmummy a bitsy more than I did.

Also, between us girls... he had a lovely bum, he did.

Thank you, dearie. I do love pretty things, silks and satins and frippery. It takes much work to find such things today, but when I see a lady, perhaps attending an opera (I do love opera, the high notes sound like death) or a wedding or the like, I always walk up to her and ask where she got such lovely things, and I listen very carefully to the answer and try hard to remember, which isn't easy at all, you know. Then, after I've killed her, I take her dress, for usually I've forgotten where it came from, and what else can I do?

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

Also, between us girls... he had a lovely bum, he did.
Yes, he does. I want to thank you for creating such a pretty Knight :)

Do you like cats?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Kitty cats? Yes. Slash with pretty nails, black ones cross your path and bad luck follows on its tail, all coiled power and prrrrr. I played with a big cat once, Spike called it a puma. He was rather cross with me about that, but I don't know why. Kitty only wanted a saucer of milk.

[ldyavalon.livejournal.com]

It was made by the waesome xevildeadgirlx and is snaggable with credit.

Love your nick by the way ;)

[librissimma.livejournal.com]

Given that you've had them both, who should Buffy choose, Angelus or Spike?

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

::growls softly::

Daddy and William are mine, not the ugly Slayer's, the naughty, vicious, loathesome thing. Still, she should feel free to choose whomever she wishes, and I'll be sure to send them her heart.

Quite literally, of course.

[bookishwench.livejournal.com]

Think you misread, dearie. I'd never hurt Daddy or William, not for the wide world, not even with their nasty souls. It's the Slayer's heart I'd be delivering.