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Summary: It’s in her nature…
It’s in her nature to be alone.
To not feel.
But the cold of the winter night still bites at her as she stands on the doorstep of the one creature on this earth, save her own childer, than she could never truly let go of. A man to last the ages, immortal just as she was.
She stood on his doorstep, unmoving though not hesitant. Hesitancy wasn’t in her nature anymore than emotions were.
Yet still she stood… and still she felt.
Licking her lips and putting on her most sultry smile, she raised her hand.
He answered, looking at her in puzzlement before the confusion faded to recognition.
“Darla,” he greeted levelly, only the sparkle in his eyes belying the interest he had in her. He liked his women dangerous, wasn’t that why he bounced back and forth between having a relationship with that thief?
Oh, yes, she knew about that. She made a point to keep an eye on all of her toys. The ones that lasted a day. The ones that lasted a month.
But this toy she liked most of all. He didn’t die, always looked good, and had managed to keep his adorable brogue despite years of living in a land of washed out voices.
“Duncan,” she purred. “Miss me?”
A/N: Bah, it was meant to be a double drabble but it went over by 15 words or so. Oh well.