Sorry it's been so long since I uploaded anything, but I've been having a lot of writers block. I know that's not an excuse, but still. As always goes to flamers, I don't need to be anywhere near you cozy little campfire of an opinion. But CC is always welcome, I'll even get the s'mores! This goes to Small One, for always having my back, even when you weren't sure why you had to, Starspeaker rules! Though, for this fic, it's more of a Glorybringer thing.
Invisible Butterflies
Three moons! There was that feeling again. Like tiny invisible butterflies were flapping around his stomach. He knew full well that actual invisible things, namely Rainwings, were really surrounding him. He also knew that there were an unbelievable amount of butterflies in the jungle. Maybe that's why he thought of the weird, distinctly not-tough feeling just below his navel as invisible, he could never tell her what he desperately wanted to scream, and it really did feel like tiny butterflies.
'You told yourself you would never trust anyone like this again!' One half of his brain roared.
'Well, you actually said you'd protect them to the best of your current assian abilities, and this is what you're doing…' The logical side of his brain responded. Then the fate-trusting, happy-go-luck, got-Quickstrike-killed, rarely seen the sunlight side of his brain spoke up. And, for the first time in his life, it was, annoyingly, right.
'Well, you're already too far gone to go back, so you might as well stick around for the ride'. He wanted nothing more than to tell that part of his brain to shut up; but when Glory walked slowly by, discussing with another Nightwing about some political issue or another (spoiler alert, he didn't pay attention during council meetings), looking stunning as usual, he knew he'd be lying through his teeth if he did.