@drusillawantstoplay sent: Dru was holding herself. She was slowly coming back out her of memory slip. She acknowledged to Dylan what she was wanting. “I want to be in your arms—I want you to hug me, to hold me. Please hug me, please hold me."
He’d been gone far too long this time. Drusilla had slipped again, lost to herself and the stars, further away from him than last they were together. He shook off the cold grasp of the Shadows and went to her. Immediately, Dylan drew her into his strong arms and held her close.
“M’here, love,” he whispered against her hair, against her pale lips where he kissed her. “M’here now. S’all right.”










