#in-every-generation

FINGERS LACE WITHIN TRESSES OF HAIR as an instant response, a gentle hum soon to follow like a lullaby. There's a tenderness to the action, regardless of past discretions, treating the woman before her like the little doll she'd always saw her as. It didn't matter that such an action might have been seen in many cases as something to be despised, because in truth, this was Drusilla's language of love and affection. She knows nothing else. Devotion and security, a sense she attempts to display even in the most subtle of notions. Leaning down, she places a kiss to the top of Amythest's forehead while still caressing fingers through her hair in a slow and tender manner. ❝ Darling Dove… ❞ she whispers, ❝ do you see the poppies that grow? They grow for you, my love. Do you see them? ❞

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“Okay...Who the fuck are you and why are you taking my fries? If you want to hire me for work, you call my cell not fucken ambush me.”

A gasp of relief later, Giles reached for the coffee and took a few deep drinks. He glanced at the third cup and over to his daughter who was helping the others with their research. “Thank you. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the thought as well. We’re all deep in the stacks regarding the Judge,” he explained. After a furtive glance at the students, he leaned in to press a soft kiss to Jenny’s cheek. “Are you stopping by later?” He asked in a low murmur. He much preferred Jenny stay at his apartment these dark days. Angelus was an enemy to be taken at his word. If he threatened them, he meant to strike fast and hard.

         “ When I want a pep talk, i’ll ask for one. “ 

Oliver crossed his arms over his chest, gaze level with his mother. “What’s absurd? That I’m still dedicated to being a Watcher? Or that I think Katy should come to America with me?”