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the butterfly vow by lilimist
A romantic creation myth about a butterfly who wakes up from her cocoon too late and a star who falls to earth to save her.
{ first written & released by Vixen Phillips in 2004 }
With a little cough, the butterfly woke first, and once more shook out her wings, before seeing her beloved newly rousing beside her, and wondering over how rested she felt, and how powerfully flowed the silver light through her wings. And then she looked up, meeting the smile of the angel, and relief washed over her, for there was nothing that needed questioning. Only heartbeats later, the star awoke too, and embraced close his butterfly, unsure whether this was death or a dream. But his love bade him look, and turning he met full the gaze of the angel, perhaps the only star in history bold or lucky enough to ever have done such a thing, and breathless he whispered, though he too felt no exhaustion now, “Oh, my lady, I know who you are,” before bowing his light and dropping reverently to his knees.
The butterfly took her cue from her star, and also made low her curtsy, and beaming the angel gathered them in close to her heart, and without words gifted them a new endless ending to both their wish and their story.
Far beyond the formless land of stars, and in a land more real and dream than the earth could ever either be, dwelt the sacred isle of truest eternity, that which the earth and stars only reflected in the artworks the angels had just begun to weave. Within the centre of this isle bloomed a magnificent garden, tended to and overseen by this very angel, yet for the longest time, two elements had been sorely missing. So the angel had dared the long passage to both galleries, and for the longest time again had simply waited for them to bloom, ever watchful, never sleeping.
All this garden needed, to bring it perfection and make it complete, now rested in the palm of her hand, singing to her heartbeat.
And so she at last set sail for her homeland, to bring these two dearest creations of her own kin haven among her garden of Paradise, in the centre of the isle of eternity — where loneliness and despair could never live, and dreams and love would never die.
