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                        lying had become a necessary habit since becoming chat noir ;  but he’d never lied to ladybug. 

                        never, not once  &.  he didn’t plan on ruining the record. he could’t ; not when their partnership was so firmly grounded upon the strength of their mutual trust in one another’s alter identities. not when so much was already a secret; not when neither of them could do it all alone.  but this was.. different. avoiding the truth wasn’t the same as brandishing it – so she was wrong. he hadn’t lied. 

                        it was funny, actually, – since with this selfless devotion he gave her without question, adrien knew  certainly &. without a doubt  that he would would buckle completely in surrender if she ever did feel the inclination to ask; but it was that barrier in their relationship that kept him at arms length, &. so at an arms length, he stayed. two steps behind, a shadow to her light. destruction in sync with creation – bad luck combating good. for now, and always. until he could reach her.  until his sincerity was taken seriously  &.  his heart would become evident  &.  she’d ask.   he’d  tell  her.  je t'aime.

                         ‘  im not lying, ’ chat exhaled carefully, lifting his gaze from the empty space his ladybug had occupied moments before to where bridgette stood,  a bittersweet curve finding the cusps of his mouth.   ‘ but i know her boundaries.. t’sais ?   she doesn’t take me seriously.  not yet ’   

       How about Bridizzle?

       Breezy?