Daphne Butterflix

Prompt from cybercorpsesnake on tumblr

Picking up the pieces of her life wasn’t nearly as easy as shattering them was. She had to look carefully at each piece and see where each was meant to fit.

A little taste of love, a job, getting back to a school. One that would accept her despite the evils she’d done.

She wasn’t doing good but she wasn’t doing bad either. She’d found herself a simple job as an artist. It didn’t bring in a whole lot, but enough for her to make a living.

Enough to buy her the small apartment she resided in.

She gave her drawing a final blot of ink. Serving as...