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A quick sketch and a little sprink of medieval LadyNoir angst ✨

I sure have been gone a while. There’s been a lot going on in my personal life which had made creating a struggle.

Diverting his head to the opposite direction, he leaves the room;

Wondering why he ever chased after her in the first place.

Wondering if she had ever been real at all.

Nighttime crawls into Adrien's bedroom; as he straddles in attempt to sleep. It is three in the morning at this point, and the thought of rest terrifies him.

Unmoving, his eyes beg for release. Though release, for him, never comes. The nightmares he had turned into sweet dreams, then to whispers, and to nothing at all;

And yet his soul remains in a world which he does not remember;

With a girl he wishes he did.

All he knows of her is her white dress. Through it all, the fading memories and evanesce of her, the image of her dress only became clearer; as her face remains a mystery all the same.

There had been a full moon when they last parted. At least, he recalls it shining upon them, above them; both the sky and the earth were midnight blue.

Perhaps they were at the beach? in the sea?

Her indelible, faceless portrait stains his days, looming his nights; an untold tale of life that he so desperately attempts to uncover.

This ball, in his head, is white- only for a few reasons;

Well surely- it is class. A brand like Gabriel's deserves nothing but a nice goodbye.

Not to mention, all of his balls were white coded.

Though the truth is; no matter how much he attempts to deny it; is that in his heart- this ball is the only chance he'll ever get to find her.

Before, at last, he abandons the knowledge of the girl he knew as a futile dream, one that had never been and never will be.

Like father like son

A young boy plays with three toys, all of which no longer sing the songs they originally did fresh from the store.

He still plays with them, however, because there is nothing else to do and nowhere else to go.

His mother used to tell him that dolls were not like real people, and that he should try making friends;

Then- when she was able to walk.

An unknown sickness has plagued her for months, though just like his dolls; 

there is nothing else to do and nowhere else to go.

They tried the hospitals. And those hospitals tried, too.

"Don't worry Adrien. I'm sure it'll pass" his mother claims, smiling; each time he glances at her. 

And in each of those times, her smile pales into fragile skin and dull lips; her eyes beholding less and less of the spark he thought was eternal.

Of his mother he thought was eternal.

At first, he attempted to fix the dolls, too.

Two superheroes and a girl.

Then, he turned to indifference; for they appeared to never change- resting them in his toy box to rot away in his room.

And at last, realization that he can not save them, and the only way to get new toys was to be rid of the ones he already has.

Father understands that mom isn't a doll. She can't be replaced with anyone.

like father like son.

"I'll bring you back to me, Emily" he heard him say once, in a strange cave he built in his home.

Back to us, he means, certainly; Adrien whispered as he slept, for every night to come.

But why is it, that when he threw his toys away, he only got one in return?

Why is it, that in exchange of three unworking ones, he got one doll;

And it may resemble the doll of the girl,

and she may wear the same dress,

but he can not recognize her face at all.

Father did not save mom.

He did not bring her back to us.

He had went to her.

He sacrificed her existence for her love, and truly for the first time:

Me dio por redibujar un sticker de Chat Blanc y quedo enorme la diferencia y pensar que use el mismo programa y laptop.

Son 5 años de diferencia y espero que se maque mucho más cambio con el tiempo <3 2020 / 2025

I decided to redraw a Chat Blanc sticker, and the difference was huge, and to think I used the same program and laptop.

It's a 5-year difference, and I hope there's even more change over time <3 2020/2025

-@chatblancofficial

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