𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒 / 𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖

         “i  do?”  it’s  such  a  small  confession,  spoken  so  casually  that  she  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  he  actually  knows  the  impact  it  hits  her  with.  &  then  she  suddenly  starts  at  the  touch  against  her  arm  before  immediately  relaxing  into  it.  ladybug’s  attention  swivels,  her  gaze  zeroing  in  on  another  presumed  location.  a  smile  dawns;  small  &  light.  the  corner  of  her  lips  arching  up  as  she  leans  into  his  embrace.  cusps  the  hand  ghosting  over  her  arm  with  one  of  her  own.  ladybug  shifts  then.  pivots  onto  her  heels  &  uses  his  proximity  to  guide  herself  back  onto  her  feet.  

          “i  didn’t  know  that.”  she’s  yet  to  release  his  hand.  stubbornly  determined  to  keep  ahold  of  him  this  time  around.  but  —-  she  can’t  let  this  conversation  fizzle.  not  yet  at  least,  not  before  she’s  spoken  her  piece.  the  grip  she  has  on  his  hand  lessens,  fingers  smoothing  up  against  the  gauntlet  until  palm  finally  meets  palm.  that’s  where  she  lets  it  rest:  snug  &  comfortable  within  his  familiar  paw.  “you  know   that  i  feel  the  same  way,  right?  i  couldn’t  possibly  do  this  without  you.”  

          she  gives  his  hand  a  little  tug,  hopefully  conveying  that  she  was  ready  to  continue  weaving  through  the  mass  of  ——  mannequins?  that’s  what  they  were  right?  after  fumbling  through  two  of  them  she  can’t  place  them  as  anything  other  than  that.  especially  considering  she  had  one  within  her  room  for  her  designs.  still,  she  finds  herself  ducking  her  head.  tries  to  find  his  face  against  the  cloying  abyss  surrounding  them.  “ready  whenever  you  are.”  

            He wraps his hand around her waist; helping her stand. he was a little surprised by the fact that she wasn’t aware of her own inspiration. “Of course, bugaboo.” He keep a firm grasp of her to make sure she didn’t crash into anymore mannequins. In feeling the warmth of her hand within his, his face slightly tinged with red. “Without you I am just a thing of destruction. Destroying anything I touch with no beauty to make it better.” As he spoke he looked at his free hand. “You save people every time. I’d say I am lost without you. This hero couldn’t be a hero without his Ladybug.” A small smile appeared on his face. 

          The smile was short lived as he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. His grip tightened. He smoothly pushed her behind his back as he watched as Mannequin after mannequin started to move. He would never like these things again... He saw them a lot during his shows and would distrust them from now on. They needed to get out, they needed to get to a place where Ladybug could see. He looked around trying to find the exit, only to find that in the distance he saw a distinct exit sign. 

                 he  leads  the  way  &  she’s  more  than  content  to  fall  in  step  behind  him.  still,  a  pout  morphs  her  lips,  &  bluebells  squint  &  narrow  against  the  small  of  his  back  —–  well,  what  she  assumes  to  be  his  back,  but  for  all  it’s  worth,  she  could  very  at  be  staring  at  anything.  &  it’s  that  revelation  that  has  her  gaze  snapping  to  her  hands.  better  to  keep  it  safe  than  be  sorry.  

              “chat  i  ——–  ?”  she  pauses  at  the  pressing  inquiry,  brows  kneading  &  meeting  beneath  the  spotted  domino.  was  it  safe  to  talk  about  this?  sure,  she’s  drawn  the  line  at  anything  that  could  reveal  their  identities,  but  the  way  he  had  worded  it  was  vague  &  —-  “i  -  i  can’t  say  the  ladybug  mantle  bestows  the  same  feeling  of  freedom  for  me……..it’s  more  like….being  ladybug  gives  me  more  confidence.”    in  herself  &  her  actions.  &  god  she  hopes  that  little  bit  of  insight  is  enough  to  sate  his  ever  ebbing  curiosities  for  a  while.   it’s  only  three  steps  more  when  her  shoulder  collides  with  something  &  it  sends  her  BOUNCING  &  FALTERING  to  the  left.  hands  jutting  out  to  re-center  her  center  of  gravity.  immediately  she  widens  her  stance,  &  hurriedly  glances  back  in  the  direction  she  hopes  chat’s  in.  

              “wha-  what  did  i  just  hit?”  &  just  like  that,  with  the  sudden  loss  of  her  lifeline,  dread  crashes  over  her  ——-    skitters  down  her  spine  like  ice.  “okay,  i’m  already  so  over  being  left  in  the  dark.”  she’s  moving  with  a  huff,  only  to  once  again  smack  right  into  another  unseen  figure  &  this  time  she  blindly  reaches  out  to  steady  it  before  IT  falls.  “see  anything  yet,  chaton?”  

               As he webbed his way through the bodies if you could even call them that he listened to her words. They were careful guarded even. She did not want to give anything away. His ear flattened he wished she would open up wished she would share...to tell, to trust him. But he knew she would not. He clamped his mouth shut not letting the sigh escape as she sighed. A small smile tugged his lips as he heard her talk about the confidence it brought her. He looked down at the ring on his finger. This ring and the creature, the Kwami inside had given him everything he had ever wanted. 

             “I can see how it can give confidence milady. But I think you have enough confidence for the world. I know you give me some.” He went silent thinking about his own confidence. Did he have any as both Adrien and Cat Noir he liked to think so. He would always try and be Lady Bug Knight in Black Armor. 

              how  —–  how  was  it  that  she’d  found  herself  in  such  a  precarious  situation?  literally  tapped  between  a  rock  &  a  hard  place!  concern  is  quick  to  make  an  appearance  upon  her  countenance.  twisting  otherwise  amiable  features  southward.  she’s  chewing  at  her  lip  &  absently  reaching  out  for  her  partner.  a  soft  spoken  “chat?”  ushers  forth  in  nothing  but  a  mere  whisper  as  she  fumbles  in  the  dark.  

              it  takes  a  few  wide  passes  of  her  hand  before  she  finds  the  familiar  leather  of  his  belt  &  then  she’s  latching  on.  fingers  closing  in  a  vice  ——-  securing  herself  by  using  him  as  a  proverbial  lifeline.  a  breath  escapes.  relief  singing  through  her  system  at  the  knowledge  that  she  hadn’t  been  deposited  in  the  tank  alone.  

              “don’t  stray  too  far,  kitty.  i’m  literally  blind  here!”  the  ‘  i  need  you  ‘  goes  unsaid  as  she  finds  herself  unconsciously  closing  the  space  between  them.  

@givenclaws​ , sc. 

            A small chuckle passed his lips as he felt the tug on his belt. “What’s wrong bugaboo? I can see everything greenly.” He smiled as he felt the space between them getting getting smaller. He couldn’t help the blush appearing on his face. He knew she loved another but that didn’t take away his love for her. He moved fluidly through the mannequin’s. He wasn’t sure when they would reach the end but he would get her out safely. 

         “Hey bugaboo? Are you handling everything okay. Being Cat Noir..for me gives me a sense of freedom but I can imagine that is not the case for everyone.” He had loved having the power of Cat Noir and was very grateful to Plagg. His home life was very restricted. Plagg gave him a freedom a life all his own. 

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