A/N: So, these will just be some short drabbles that I might upload. Nothing special, and nothing going to be updated regularly. I'll probably just update it when I misplace my notebook or something like that...Anyways, tell me what you think of them, if you please.

Glitter…

That's what covers my tom. There are some times where I wish he wasn't, like back when all the queenkits were obsessed with Twilight, or when we were playing hide-and seek in the dark, yet I still love him. He doesn't talk much, yet he doesn't need to. His small little gestures and gifts for me speak on their own. A rose here, a glass of water after I ran away from that pack of pollicles—after he had scared them away, of course. I love my conjurer. He's kind and wonderful, despite his past with Macavity, and I don't care what my parents say. I see him behind their backs, and I don't regret a single minute of it.