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A very late Angel post...
Apr. 29th, 2005 11:51 amSeveral weeks ago, in the course of a shipping meme, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
selenak asked me to write a few words about Darla and Drusilla. It's funny how waking up in the middle of the night can finally bring a solution to things, when your daytime muses are otherwisely occupied *g*
So, Selena, this one is for you. Sorry it took me so long...
Putting the relationship between Darla and Drusilla down into words is like describing harmony by terms of contrast. They are the first and the third line of a complicated four line riddle, diametrically opposed corners of a perfect square. Each of them mirrors the time and culture they were born in. The whore who believed in nothing except the cruel works of man, and the Victorian angel. If you look closely enough, you will find that both passed a part of their essence on to their vampire children; the prodigal sons who, more than once, saved the very same mankind Darla and Dru sought to destroy.
Death is a big theme for them, the night-clad puppeteer, who pulls at their strings. They thrive on each other. While Darla is reason and cunning, Drusilla is the empress of vision and madness; no wonder she ran away with that hideous demon. Strangely enough, she who always seemed so fragile and transient, will remain who she is and travel the world forever.
Darla is change.
selenak asked me to write a few words about Darla and Drusilla. It's funny how waking up in the middle of the night can finally bring a solution to things, when your daytime muses are otherwisely occupied *g*So, Selena, this one is for you. Sorry it took me so long...
Putting the relationship between Darla and Drusilla down into words is like describing harmony by terms of contrast. They are the first and the third line of a complicated four line riddle, diametrically opposed corners of a perfect square. Each of them mirrors the time and culture they were born in. The whore who believed in nothing except the cruel works of man, and the Victorian angel. If you look closely enough, you will find that both passed a part of their essence on to their vampire children; the prodigal sons who, more than once, saved the very same mankind Darla and Dru sought to destroy.
Death is a big theme for them, the night-clad puppeteer, who pulls at their strings. They thrive on each other. While Darla is reason and cunning, Drusilla is the empress of vision and madness; no wonder she ran away with that hideous demon. Strangely enough, she who always seemed so fragile and transient, will remain who she is and travel the world forever.
Darla is change.
