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Aponia (Honkai Impact 3rd)

🎀 Y/n and Aponia: "Definition of Butterflies"
🛑 Warnings: Nope, you are all good, readers!
🎀 Enjoy!
🎀 This is Y/n!Neutral, so Y/n can be any gender you choose!
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Butterflies...
Butterflies...
Butterflies...
Butterflies...
Butterflies.

What do they do again?
What do they live for?
And...
What purpose do they have living in this world?

I was sitting at the bar, drinking my glass peacefully and alone.
There was time to linger about before our next battle.
I changed into a black tank top with a brown cardigan held onto my shoulders, blue jeans and black flip flops.
I was also wearing real gold hoops and necklace to match the aesthetic of my outfit.

FLUTTER FLUTTER FLUTTER FLUTTER...
These yellow butterflies that freely roam as they please as their owner moved about.
The fair blonde woman gave her a dead-looking glance.

???: 'Y/n...'

It was always that dead look she gives to everyone.
Not because she hated them.

???: "Because everyone says with my looks, that I hardly ever go outside, I look extremely frail."

She naturally walked towards me.
I didn't even notice her coming towards at all.
That unrecognizable fluttery sensation...
I knew it was her, but it wasn't sensible when she approached me.

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP...
One lands on my shoulder without me realizing it.
The only way I noticed it when it started glowing next to my right shoulder.

Y/n: "Oh?"

???: "It seems that one really takes a liking to you."

I turn back, catching the girl that caught my attention with her butterflies.
Y/n: "Aponia."

I memorize of what she said about her looks.
Aponia: "Because everyone says with my looks, that I hardly ever go outside, I look extremely frail."
Y/n: 'It's because... you are.'

FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP...
Another lands right next to my shoulder, this time on my left.

Y/n: "Hey, hey... since when did I became your home, little ones?"

The two flutter around again.
One softly landed on my nose, the other on my forehead.

Aponia: "Hm."
She smiles.

Y/n: "Little ones, it tickles..."

FLUTTER FLUTTER FLUTTER FLUTTER...

It tingled.
Really tingled.
I flinched to the feeling of them.
They stayed put from where they were and moved their tiny little legs.
It was as if they were giving me a massage.
It tickled a lot.

FLUTTER FLUTTER FLUTTER FLUTTER...

It was as if Aponia knew where my ticklish spots were.
She is the one who controls her butterflies as she sees fit.
Wherever she lets them free, is the direction they'll fly to.
Is she really doing this?
Or are they doing this on their own accord?
I don't know.

Did she know of my weak spots?
Then, how did she know of my weaknesses that quickly?
Or are they really just doing this on their own?
I don't know.
I have no absolute clue on who's doing what in this case.

Aponia: "Y/n, how do you define butterflies?"

Y/n: "How do I define butterflies?"