A Diadema, a Sea Urchin. A Diadema, a crown. Both hold an air of importance, yet both tend to be frail, as valuable as they are. And he happened to be one of the ones that snapped under weight of the world. And now, he was at the bottom, even lower than he was before. A crown: shattered. And what was supposed she supposed to do about it? Laugh? Certainly not. (A Spyke x Annie Story that i've been meaning to continue for a while. Crossposting in hopes to get my ass going in updating this soon.)
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