The nicest, most attractive girl in school with the tragic past she nonetheless would never talk about but sometimes sigh penitently with the cruel brush of sorrow over would be crowned Prom Queen. Nobody was surprised.
Her Prom King was this little shit, who had not asked for the limelight nor ever desired it. Its whole life had been tarnished with being used for other people’s purposes, an empty figurehead for their ideologies. The imp had been used up until some days it thought there was very little left. It had been passed from hand to careless, greedy hand, malleable clay of someone else’s desires. Who had demanded this royal ascension? In the game of prom thrones, it had won and died.
However, the imp would discover that in its queen was spouse and protector, as she rechristened it “Jessica Impson” and made it one of her ninety-eight matesprits.
<3 ~ i have a crush on every fantroll ~ <3<