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Jul. 8th, 2007 06:19 pmlady_windermereDrusilla danced along the deck of the fishing boat they had encouraged to take them to Ireland. The skies were dark, and the storm brewed, dashing the ship in the waves, as they crashed the boat in the water.
Drusilla could hear the song of the ocean, the whispers from ancient sea gods, the promise of her desires. She was alone, the men tried to control the boat, and Spike slept on the floor of their cabin. Not even this storm was enough to wake him. That was alright, Drusilla loved to dance to her own music, her own rhythm.
Drusilla could hear the song of the ocean, the whispers from ancient sea gods, the promise of her desires. She was alone, the men tried to control the boat, and Spike slept on the floor of their cabin. Not even this storm was enough to wake him. That was alright, Drusilla loved to dance to her own music, her own rhythm.
