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Request: A Rose by Any Other Name

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Beautiful. It was the only way to describe her.

Often he would perch nearby her web; intricately woven of the finest shimmering silk, just to watch her move about like an elegant dancer. Her gleaming black abdomen, voluptuous and as inky black as the night sky, scarcely moved as she daintily tread the silvery threads of her home. Her legs—long, slim, and dangerous—made his powdery wings flutter in delight. And those beautiful, sweet ebony eyes, dancing and crackling like fire, so full of life, oh how he would love to be the object of their pleasure!

On some days she would be repairing her web, traversing its filaments with a dignified stride. These times she would walk even upside down to get to a different section, and then he would see her beauty's pinnacle: the flaming red hourglass that adorned her underside. Yes, truly she was beauty incarnate.

The sun was just beginning to set on one such day when he floated softly down to a branch near her exquisite abode. He alighted nearer than ever before, for tonight he had decided it was time to reveal himself to the object of his desires. She was stringing a thread, a shining, splendid cord of pearly light, across from one branch to another, creating the foundation for her ever expanding net. It was now or never, he supposed, and braced himself for what was to come.

"Fair lady, hearken unto me!"

The glorious creature stopped her ministrations and paused. Those long, luxurious legs tapped lightly as she rotated around to face this new intruder. A thrill went through him, from antennae to wing tip at being under the piercing gaze of her exquisite coal-black eyes.

"Fair lady…my heart is ever at your service," he called, lowering his wings in a graceful bow.

Silence.

"What?"

He twitched, but took the remark in stride, "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever."

In perfect synchronization, her (velvety, deep, piercing) eyes blinked at him, "You….what? Me?"

Ah her voice! It was like a sweet melody floating through the air, as smooth as silk and strong as iron. He could listen to her speak forever and never be satisfied with the purity of that impeccable tone….

"A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you," he all but sang, fluttering down lower, closer to her magnificent presence.

One of her dexterous legs adjusted a shining thread absent-mindedly, "Right…You love me in what way exactly?"

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways," he sighed.

She made a soft noise of vague interest and set back to her work, but he had her attention and that was enough.

"You realize I'm a spider…right?" she asked slowly, "And you're a butterfly? Do you even know what the word love means?"

"I never knew the meaning of love, until you came into my life," he responded almost without thinking, so enraptured in her artistic ways was he.

Her weaving was like watching magic at work, it was poetry in motion, splendor incarnate, elegantly twisting to and fro. She moved so swiftly, deftly moving from strand to strand, constructing the mass of strands so fragile in appearance, but so devastatingly strong. He longed to touch that web, to enter in to her secret world that he could not understand. The spider stopped in her work again to swivel, gazing back at him.

Amusement crackled in her eyes, "Come closer then, if you're so in love."

A shock of wonder bolted through him. Had he just received such a proposal? Had she just given him entry into the wonders of her domain? Could this all be true? Scarcely able to contain his joy, he ascended and glided effortlessly to just the edge of her nest, a twig just above the reach of its silver ties. To his absolute glee he saw her traipsing towards him, balancing elegant… no he'd already used that one… agilely on the strings!

"You say you love me…how much?" she asked him, delicately posing just out of reach.

Her enigmatic red hourglass caught the light, blazing in the setting sun. His breath was taken away by the sight, and he took a moment to respond.

"You are more than love to me; you are everything," he breathed.

He though he saw a strange expression pass through those pitch black eyes, but he couldn't quite catch it as she slipped backwards, waving one tantalizing leg at him.

"Oh, really? Come here then," she teased.

He didn't even think to resist. He laughed with her and fluttered forwards, coming to rest just before her glorious figure, right in front of those dazzling fangs.

"Love me and the world is mine," he whispered, "My heart to you is given; do give yours to me; we'll lock them up together, and throw away the key."

She smiled radiantly (he thought) and slipped around behind him, "Sure, sure."

He smiled himself, a serene, euphoric type of smile…up until those dazzling fangs found their mark in his back. Shortly after that he had no more thoughts of the lovely spider…or anything for that matter.

The sun set over the mountains in the distance, turning the world dark once again. By herself, the black widow readjusted her web for the night. Another day of successful hunting and another day of successful stalker suppression. Life was good.

"Idiot butterflies," she muttered, settling in to wait for her prey, "Never learn."
Soooo.... :iconcrimson-aesthetics: requested a story about a butterfly who falls in love with a spider....

I'm a sick twisted person :evillaugh:

The over-the-top descriptions and cliches are, I assure you, completely intentional. This was absolutely hilarious fun to write, I enjoyed it far more than any sane person should. I feel no shame in this.

Everything Mr. Butterfly says except for his first line is an actual quote, so here are the people who get credit:

My heart is ever at your service…William Shakespeare

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever…Alfred Lord Tennyson

A hundred hearts would be too few to carry all my love for you…author unknown

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I never knew the meaning of love, until you came into my life…Prashant Jain

You are more than love to me; you are everything…Melissa A. Lowery

Love me and the world is mine…David Reed

My heart to you is given; do give yours to me; we’ll lock them up together, and throw away the key…Frederick Saunders

All but the quote by Elizabeth Barrett Browning were found here: [link]
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crimson-aesthetics's avatar
OMG This is very beautiful! and i love the quotes too XD
thank you very much for this!