5. FEAST

[hismasterpiece]

[Voice]

Hallo, pretty New Feathers! I am hosting a feast. A feast by the lake to the West.

[Not the southern lake -- she needs to keep certain peoples' attention away from the lonely house she inhabits there.]

You are all invited! I have prepared something for you. It tastes of mint and chicory and iron! Yarrow and tansy! It will make you stronger.


Come.

[/Voice]

[Action]

Drusilla will be stalking about the woods as usual, eager to assist anyone who HASN'T heeded her invitation.

There is a cage waiting there, hidden under the trees. It is large enough to house a full-grown adult human.

It tastes of mint and iron.

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Comments

[Action]

[namesthestars]

Melting and trickling in little rivers. Does it not sound pleasurable?

[Dru is more than happy to let him lead. She's no shrinking wilting violet, but there's a ticklish fun about the under-the-surface threats of power. Threats of suffering and pleasure are never far apart from a tormented soulless one such as herself.]

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

And then sinking down into the earth.

[He smiles, hand hard against her back.]

I have never been so yielding, but perhaps you'll flow through my fingers yet.

[Action]

[namesthestars]

....Spike may not like that. It might upset him greatly.

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

And shall he stop water flowing where it will?

[Action]

[hismasterpiece]

Spike? Stop me?

[They'd always worked together; she was his sire. They were family. Lovers. Partners.]

Only with his eyes, my good gentleman.

[Action]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki smirks.]

Then best be where he does not see.

I like secrets best, at any rate. They are mine alone.