Headcanon: Drusilla had always desperately wished to see her reflection. As the decades wore by as a vampire she had forgotten what she looked like, forgotten that she even had a face at all.
She smashed mirrors on multiple occasions, shrieking at the shards, sobbing "WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY FACE? WHERE IS IT? GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK GIVE IT BACK!"
She pounced on bodies of water- rivers, ponds, lakes, and the like- trying to attack the surface that refused to reflect her. Alas, all she achieved was getting soaked through, both by the water and her own tears. She tried to drown herself, unaware that such a end would be impossible, hoping that maybe if she sunk to the bottom she’d find her face there.
Too many times Spike had to dive into the water to fish her out, mollycoddling and cooing at her until she stopped crying. He always wrapped his leather duster around her to help her dry off, even if that meant him freezing.
Spike tried his hardest to make his adoration for her be her very own reflection. Everyday he’d wax poetic about how beautiful she was, how the moonlight hit her eyes, how her dresses hung off her lithe body, how enthralling her alabaster skin looked when covered in the blood of innocents. It was always the first thing he told her when she woke up, and the last thing he told her before she fell asleep. It helped her. But it wasn’t enough.
So one night, Spike kidnapped a photographer, and had him take a photo of his sire. He presented the picture to his lover on bended knee, and Drusilla swooned. She didn’t mind the slight splatter on blood staining the middle. In fact, it was her favourite part. Then, naturally, they feasted on him together.
Long after Spike became a champion of the human race and lover of The Slayer, Drusilla still kept the picture. The only difference is that before she left Spike she saw herself in the photograph, and now all she can see when she looks at it is him.
BIRTHDAY PANCAKES Y’ALL
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.