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Rating: G
036. Butterfly Wings
Hayner smiled as yet another butterfly landed on his shoulder as he sat alone on a fallen tree in the small clearing. Most people avoided the dark forest just outside the walls of Twilight Town, unless they were going to the haunted mansion, but he liked coming here when he needed a moment alone. This particular area, much further in than anyone went, was blanketed in flowers clinging to life in the rare patch of sunlight, and as such attracted dozens of the delicate insects. He loved butterflies, and not in the 'kill them and pin them to something' way. Even more fragile than the wildflowers around him, if he so much as touched the wings of one its scales would rub off, disintegrating into multicolored powder and possibly grounding the creature.
A painted lady landed on his hand, fluttering its wings slowly before closing them for rest. Their stay was always tenuous, the slightest movement, or even none at all, could cause them to flit away again. It reminded him of his relationship with Seifer, of all things. A simple choice of words could determine whether they spent the night fighting or cuddling. It wasn't always the easiest relationship; they were both proud, physical and high-strung. He considered them dating a vast improvement over them punching each other to attempt to resolve the feelings between them, but until they were older he didn't see them getting any more relaxed with each other.
Unlike the butterflies, however, he knew their love was going to be beautiful much longer than a few weeks.