Familiarity...
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Drusilla found herself wandering the streets of LA, up along Spring Street, her fingertips dragging along the brick of one of the art galleries walls, before she stood at the glass, admiring the art inside, “It feels like yearning.”
She was talking about herself, she’d been so alone the past few years, with no direction. Something had told her to come back to Los Angeles. A laugh escaped her lips, “Angel wasn’t here any longer... But she felt the want to be around a familiar place. Even without Darla or Spike... Though, she could’ve sworn she caught his scent somewhere, but it was different. As if he’d rubbed off on someone.”
“Pointed sticks won’t need to be used,” She said aloud before she turned around the face the dark haired slayer. “Not bothering anyone.”