whimsical in the brainpan

Neo-Victorian/steampunk/Gothic Harley Quinn of Batman fame. Nevermind the model isn't blonde. She was otherwise perfect for my concept and yes.
 
Maybe steampunk Harley could be more self-reliant? I can only hope.

“You, you glimmer, too,” Drusilla declared, dropping the whip she had been attempting to beat Edward with suddenly. (This was making Spike want to beat something else – he had forgotten how vicious his ladylove could be, how terribly cruel and wonderful.) Her head canted to the side, she regarded Alice’s petite figure, short, feathered hair, dainty little dress, coming to rest on her eyes: topaz as the precious little lolli-girl had described. A small smile crept over her blood-stained lips and she near-whispered, “Naughty little dolly! She sees just like Mummy, but her sparkling sighing counterpart never ever told us. What fun the little dolly will be!”
“You mean t’say this little twit’s got the Sight?” Spike queried, now looking Alice over himself.
“Mmm, she does, has visions of what’s to come, sometimes clear, sometimes hazy,” Dru murmured, getting up and flashing a wicked grin. She had always wanted a daughter, but none of her little girls had ever stayed or her dark kitten had become far too jealous. He could not be jealous of this little dolly though! She hadn’t made her, just found her.
...
“Now, now,” Drusilla chided, a smile appearing on her face as she suddenly got a flash of the younger seer’s life and circumstances. “Little Alice has fallen down the rabbit hole and lost her manners before the White Queen. Mmm, curtsy like a good girl. Not nice making Mummy do all of the talking.”
Alice knew better than to ask how the other woman knew her name – it came with precognitive abilities, getting flashes of that sometimes. She also knew better than to question this woman – Drusilla, she discerned – so she dipped into a neat, graceful curtsy. “Hello,” she chirped.
“Much nicer,” Dru proclaimed, smiling. She was certain that the petite girl, even if she did shimmer, would be a treasure.
...
“Do you love your brother very much, Alice-dolly?” Drusilla asked, tilting her head.
“Of course,” Alice said. “Even if he is a whining prude at times.”
“But you’re not a prude, oh, no,” Dru continued, enchanted. “You like to play. And you – oooo, you’ve known hurt and pain.”
“What do you mean?” Alice asked, at this point still unaware of her human life and past.
“Mummy was called mad, once, too,” Drusilla murmured. “Nobody wanted to hear about the pictures in her mind, she was called a devil child. Little dolly was locked away before she began to shine and shimmer, and the transformation set her free.”
“Excuse me?” Alice questioned, almost in a whisper.
“Alice-dolly can’t see her own sordid story,” Drusilla keened, frowning. “Nobody but Mummy will tell her of herself. They are all wicked mean storytellers, but Mummy will always be true.” She sent Spike a pointed glance, or as pointed as she was capable of. “We shall keep the little dolly, and I want no fuss from you.”
“Keep her?” Spike groaned. “Dru, she’s not even yours to keep.”
“Mmm, I didn’t take her soul or taste her blood, but I will bring her from the dullest darkness into the dearest deadliest, and she will shine and shimmer till the end of days,” Dru cooed, smiling at Alice. Oh, she was glad she hadn’t rushed to keep Bella, when the tiny little seer was so much better!
...
Alice emerged from behind the dressing screen, now clad in a long, flowing dress made of sky-blue silk, the top embroidered with tiny flowers. She also appeared to have applied makeup in the indeterminate amount of time she’d been back there, as her eyes were ringed in kohl and her lips, which now parted in a smile, were a decidedly darker red than before. “Jasper, my pet, you mustn’t tear this dress when you ravage me later. Mummy Dru was kind enough to give it to me but it was dreadful expensive.”
...
She turned to call out, “Mummy Dru, thank you for your hospitality – I know I shan’t be away long, I’m dreadfully sorry I have to leave like this –” and must have continued rambling as Jasper pulled her away. Once Buffy and Angel knew the coast was clear, they delivered final blows and followed the three shiny vampires out, Angel stopping to pick up Bella’s body and carry it out with him.
“Shame,” Drusilla frowned. “Mean boys, ruining my Alice-dolly’s fun. We were going to make decorations of little precious.”
...
 
HIGHLY crack/AU Alice. Buffyverse Alice. Mini-Drusilla Alice. Because some characters deserve better than the hands they're dealt.

I don't know that I'll ever get tired of making Spring Awakening-inspired sets.