Illyria's first period, a drabble for fractal_bat:


"Illyria?" Wesley tapped on the bathroom door.

"I do not wish to see you," Illyria said, and Wesley thought he heard the god-king sniffle.

"Are you all right in there?"

The door flew open. "I told you that I did not wish to see you," she hissed, glaring at him. "I feel great rage for your gender and an inexplicable desire for confections made from the seeds of the cacao bush. Were that not trial enough, a great pain has siezed me from within, and I bleed as though mortally wounded, yet the wound itself does not pain me."