Wake, Butterfly by Babblecat  

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Wake, Butterfly


“Wake, butterfly— “

“I don’t appreciate being mis-speciesed, Melkor.” hisses a black mass of limbs and bristles nestled under a mountain.

“...Why do you have to go and ruin my sweet whispering, Gloomy? I’m attempting to turn over a new leaf here.” Melkor, still buff and dark as the Void, huffs, placing his hands on his hips. When the heck is the most epic star of all going to rise? He checks his evil watch. Another hundred years. Aight. 

“It does not suit you.” hisses a trapdoor spider the size of a palace. 

“What? A new leaf, or sweet whispering?”

“Both.”


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