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full disclosure, the thing about plagg already knowing is @yunyin âs idea that im using here! she mentioned in the discord about âwhat if plagg already knew, and in volpina he distracted adrien with the book so he wouldnât see the peacock miraculous?â (thatâs paraphrasing) she also made a super neat post about the sentimonster theory that will explain things better than i could.
this theory is gaining traction, and while im sure it would destroy me if it were real, im still open minded about it and think its really cool. i get lots of people dont agree with it, but keep in mind im not declaring this as canon or anything and this is just for fun :)Â
Adrien shrugged, trying to get Nahida across the field on his screen as fast as possible. "I found out my father was one of the most wanted terrorists in Franceâwho, may I mention, my now-estranged-because-of-him partner and I have been fighting for almost a decadeâthe same day I learned Iâm not even human and my whole life was possibly one huge, fat lie. Iâm allowed to be a bit depressed.â
"A bit? Yes." FĂŠlix picked up an empty convenience store food package off the floor and stashed it into a garbage bag. "But it's been over two months and you're still playing video games in your pyjamas all day long. At least come outside with me to get some real food."
âMy father wouldâve loved for me to eat âreal food,â â Adrien replied, frowning.Â
Another monster.Â
How annoying.Â
At least Nahida was as powerful as she looked cute and innocent.Â
But perhaps heâd switch to Kazuha for this particular nuisance.Â
âArenât you tired of instant noodles, chips, and soda?â FĂŠlix sighed, adding to his collection of recyclables in a trash bag. âYour metabolism is saving you now, but give it another month or two, and I wouldnât be surprised ifââ
âMarvelous!â Adrien smirked, switching to Kazuha. âMy father wouldâve hated for me to gain weight.â
So the most recent episode, âGabriel Agresteâ, showed this weird rich person party, one with a lot of security, even taking peopleâs phones and making people wear masks to try and conceal their identities. It was really creepy and cultlike and we never found out what the purpose of it was, beyond strengthening alliances. Never found out why the insane security.
My theory is that, in the past, Gabriel and Emilie allowed other people, those they wanted as allies, to create their own sentimonsters, their own customized children, in exchange for being able to call in favors.Â
It might explain the shots of Audrey and Tomoe when the announcement of the Guardian temple reappearing hit the news.
As well as something else Iâve been wondering about.Â
When Zoe was first revealed, I tried to figure out the logic behind her being born. Zoe and Chloe look to be pretty close in age, but they canât be any closer than 9 months, since they arenât twins. But it just seemed weird to me that Audrey would be willing to put herself through the strain and pain of giving birth, twice, so close to each other... or at all, really. It doesnât seem to fit her character. Even at the time, people were suggesting that she mightâve used a surrogate.
But now I think there might be another answer. That Chloe or Zoe - or heck, maybe even both - are sentimonsters. No pregnancy involved.
This would all be very, VERY messed up, but considering the kinds of stuff that tends to happen in fiction when rich people have very exclusive parties with high security while wearing animal masks, this would honestly be on the tamer end of possibilities.
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 âJust like twins, the two of them donât you think so too?âÂ
  Felix grows up with these words, ever since childhood, they follow him everywhere whenever he and Adrien are seen together, and theyâre seen together often. Amelie and Emilie are always together despite living in different countries. They would never allow things like growing up or distance put a wedge between them. It would only make sense that their children always play together. Felix never minds the comparison much, it simply intrigues him. He knows that he and Adrien are cousins but no one he knows looks this much like their cousins so he wonders why he and Adrien are alike. Felix prides himself on being smart; Aunt Emilie calls him curious and encourages him to always ask questions and try to find the answer to them. So Felix does his research and finally puts meaning to the label that follows him and Adrien
Twin noun /twIn/ : One of two children born at the same time to the same mother
It makes sense in hindsight. The Graham de Vanily sisters are close, when two young girls joint by the hip and two adult mothers, sharing everything with each other. It makes sense to his young mind that theyâd share their children as well.
 He doesnât mind having Adrien as a cousin nor as a twin really. The Graham the Vanily sisters are as close when adults as they once were children. Felix can only hope that he and Adrien can follow their example.
***
 âDo it again, do it again!â Adrien insists and Felix smiles at his enthusiasm.Â
âOkay, but this is the last time.â Itâs a lie and they both know it, heâd gladly perform magic tricks for Adrien until the time he leaves if asked. Magic tricks are something that fascinate Felix, all the spectacle of the performers, the awed looks of the watchers are amazing but what he really likes are the secret mechanisms that makes people believe something extraordinary is happening.; a shortcut to actual magic. So you can imagine his excitement when his father told him heâd start teaching him a few. He takes another tied rope and holds it up so that Adrien can see it. Then with utmost care, folds the rope unto itself in a way that the there are two nots interloped with each other and he covers the second one with his fingers so that Adrien doesnât see it. He takes the scissors and cuts the rope and puts it in his mouth, itâs something both for distraction and suspense and so he can hide the cut piece of rope under his tongue. When he takes the rest of the rope out of his mouth, it looks like the rope is restored.Â
âWow!â Adrienâs mouth forms and O. âHow do you do it?â
Felix smiles. âThatâs for me to know. Your job is to be dazzled. âÂ
Adrien pouts. âYou said youâd teach me!â
âIf you beat me at chess.â Felix reminds him of their deal. Itâs a good deal because he knows heâd win. Adrien is always too quick, so quick that he acts without thinking. His moves are always shortsighted.
Adrien folds his arms. âItâs not fair though. Youâre so good!â Felix sits a little bit straighter at the compliment. âAnd I donât have anyone to practice withâŚâ
Seeing Adrien upset is always tedious. He looks like a cat that had his milk taken away and is now looking at you with big, bulging, shining eyes. Felix can never deal with cats, so he needs to fix it. âHey, how about we pull a trick on your gorilla?â
 Adrienâs eyes start shining like emerald. His horrid chess skills and unlearned magic tricks forgotten. Heâs always up for playing with Felix, especially when theyâre up for âmischiefâ as his mother calls it. Felix can always count on him on that department.Â
âYeah!â He stumbles into his feet. âLetâs do it!â
See? Adrienâs the best.Â
âAlright then, weâll have to fix your hair.â He starts tousling Adrienâs hair in an effort to straighten it up. Adrien makes an annoyed noise and tries to get away from under his arms but Felixâs other arm holds him tightly. Felix has to stop himself from laughing. Itâs a game the two of them always play and the real pride comes when they manage to not get fooled into getting tricked.Â
âAh! Felix, Let me go? Why canât we just mess up your hair? â
âBecause yours is easier.â Felix lies. Their hair is as similar as it can get, it would take the same amount of effort into making it look like the otherâs, which is not much to begin with. They can change it up to look like each otherâs with a sweep of their hand. Felixâs exaggerated movements may be just a little bit intentional.
âNo itâs not! Let go of me! Ah Felix! I hate youâŚâ
And he canât hold back his laughter anymore. âNo, you donât.â
***
   Emilie Agreste nee Graham de Vanily (and Felix always thought her maiden name fitted her much better.) is an image of perfection, with a fountain of golden her, a rosy smile and a symmetrical face, a face thatâs currently trying its best to not distort in a fit of laughter. Her presence is like sugar in the air. She looks completely out of place besides-
 âI cannot believe the two of you thought this was funny.â Uncle Gabriel says, voice flat with disinterest and face twisted into an ugly grimace while simultaneously betraying no. Itâs a paradox and really an interesting one considering that he didnât even care enough to realize heâd been spending the entire weekend with his wifeâs nephew (Itâs Aunt Emilie that figures it out.). It doesnât surprise him though. The man never spends time with the two of them, not in any way that matters, at best he joins them at dinner, and thatâs only due to Aunt Emilieâs insistence.Â
 Felix only raises a brow at his uncleâs question, his lips curling into a smile; just to see what Uncle Gabrielâs reaction would be. The manâs frown deepens and somehow he still looks like a wooden scarecrow. Sometimes, Felix wonders if Uncle Gabriel can emote at all.
âIt was a little funny though, wasnât it dear?â Aunt Emilie gives out her bell like laugh.Â
 âNo, my love,â Times like this, are the only moments that Felix is convinced Uncle is human (He still looks ugly though.) âI thought it was juvenile and irresponsible.âÂ
Ire rises within Felix and he opens his mouth but then the doors open. He straightens up and looks back to see his parents and a very bashful Adrien enter. His mother hugs him while Aunt Emilie does the same with her son (a second round of bell like laughter escapes her.) Felixâs attention is on his father though. The man is looking down on him and he looks mad and impressed at the same time. Itâs another Paradox, but unlike Uncle Gabrielâs, this is something Felix has to live with everyday.Â
âDo not ever do it again.â Uncle Gabriel says and he may seem worried but Felix knows better. Heâs just upset that heâs been fooled. If he really cared about Adrien, he wouldnât ruin his and Aunt Emilieâs chance of spending Christmas with their extended family just because he couldnât leave his stupid work. If he cared, he would have noticed something was amiss with his supposed son.Â
 Adrien, the poor dumb dear just looks happy his father is hugging him.Â
Once theyâre in the car his father looks at him from the rearview mirror. âWhose idea was it?âÂ
Felix bites the inside of his cheeks in trepidation. His father doesnât wait for a response. âOf course it was you. Adrien would never come up with things like this.âÂ
 Something ugly twists in his guts. It was true but not quiet. The idea was theirs. Adrien really wanted to spend the holidays in London, and the solution was easy really, Felix never minded spending more time with his aunt, so it would be a win-win situation. But saying any of this, defending himself by saying this was more for Adrienâs sake would be useless.
 Instead, he turns to his mother. âHe never even suspected anything.â Because what other thing could he do then changing the subject. âUncle Gabriel. He wasnât even around enough to notice. Aunt Emilie figured it out. Heâs horrible.â
Father snorts and mother makes a noise of disapproval. âFelix!â
âWhat? He is! Aunt Emilie deserves better.â
Mother hums. âWell⌠my sister deserves the very best in the world and Gabriel⌠isnât it. So youâre right about that, but I donât think horrible is the right word here.âÂ
 Felix doesnât acknowledge her answer; instead, he looks at the window, avoiding both of their eyes.Â
***
His father looks at him like a raptor judging its prey. Felix stares back unflinchingly. Father sighs and hands him back the second place kung fu medal. âYou need to do better Felix.â
âI will.â
Father eyes him with doubt and that hurts more than his chiding. âI head Adrien has gotten first place in junior fencing competition.â
Well thatâs what Uncle Gabriel wanted and obeying him is Adrienâs only personality. He doesnât say it, mother says things like this are cruel; he canât help but think them though.Â
âI will do better.â He insists.
Father smiles and Felix is thrown into another paradox. âDonât think that Iâm not proud of you, I am. You trained hard. I just want you to reach your full potential. Believe me Felix, you will need it one day. You need to be strong. You are fragile-â There he goes. He always acts like Felix is one step away from breaking, Felix never feels more made from marble than these moments. âYou are not like everyone else Felix, one day, I wonât be here and youâll have to take care of yourself.â He kneels down and cups Felixâs cheeks. âI canât stand the thought of something happening to you. Your mother would be devastated.â
Felixâs chest tightens. He doesnât have many people he cares about, people he knows he loves without any doubts and other than Adrien and Aunt Emilie, mother is the most important one, the center of his world. The thought of anything upsetting her makes his stomach churn; even though, he knows how nonsensical it is. He isnât in any danger, he isnât fragile, his father never explains what he means by these words.
Felix feels guilty anyway.Â
And guilt is one destructive force, one that Felix always tries to avoid it. The best way, really is to stay away from situations that would warrant it.
So he promises with all of his conviction that heâd get first place next time.
âI know you will.â Father smiles. âNow come on. Iâll teach you that card trick you always wanted to learn.â
***
âHe should go outside more.â He hears mother say.Â
âHeâs fine honey.â Father replies. âHe and Adrien are very close.â
âAdrien lives in Paris!â
âAnd yet heâs the only one that he needs. Believe me honey. Adrienâs the only one that can ever understand him.â
Now there is some truths to his fatherâs words. Him and Adrien are close and Adrien is the only one Felix can call friend, he likes it this way, him and Adrien are different of course, they were family, twins even (Felix is even more sure about it as he gets older). Itâs not the same as friends who arenât family and he knows it. He never felt the need for friendships like that though. Heâs always been invited to play dates and as he grows up to parties but he never grasps why. He never gets what makes those events fun, the entire time he feels like observing a herd of animals through a window, trying to understand how heâs supposed to act like them and why.
So yes, his father is right; but it stills niggles at very uncomfortable places within him. Adrienâs the only person that can ever understand him. What does father even mean by that? That thereâs something so fundamentally wrong with Felix that only Adrien can tolerate him? Take him in chunk size bites? Â
***
âHeâs not coming?â Felixâs features are schooled (a thing his father always insists on) but within him is a bubbling rage. âItâs your birthday!â Technically, itâs their birthday, but he doesnât expect Uncle Gabriel to care about that detail.Â
âItâs okay Felix. Iâm alright.â Felix can barely stop himself from scoffing. Heâs even angrier and heâs confused to why, at his uncle for refusing to leave his stupid, ugly office for one day? At Adrienâs horrible lying skills? He cannot even hide how upset he is!
 âItâs nothing really.â Adrien reassures him. âMomâs⌠sheâs been having this dizzy spells. Heâs really worried.â
Felix canât stop himself from rolling his eyes this time. âAunt Emilie is the sick one and sheâs here.â
âStill⌠He tries to tell me that itâs nothing.â More like not telling you anything. âBut I know heâs worried. He probably needs to be alone. Iâm alright Felix really.â
And Felix is really mad now. Why? He doesnât know. It shouldnât bother him but it does. The fact that Adrien just never tries to talk to his father. Heâs always willing to make excuses for everything and everyone. A single excuse and he turns to mush. And this is the guy heâs always being compared to?Â
Or maybe that he can forgive at all. Heâs like a blinding sun, the kind that everyone can bask in its glory. Felix cannot stand his light, so natural that he canât hope to copy it authentically.Â
 âBoys, come down! Itâs pictures time!â
Itâs Aunt Emilieâs idea. Pull a double twin. They donât say it of course but anyone looking would mistake them for two generations of twins and this is the point really.
When itâs all done his eyes trail his aunt. Her skin is a little bit paler and she stands for shorter periods of times. Something in him curdles like spoilt milk.Â
She caresses his hair. âYouâve grown so much.â Itâs all flattery and kindness; heâs just as tall as Adrien. âYou and Adrien, you should take care of each other.âÂ
And as much as he avoids Adrienâs light he covets the same light in hers. As much as he hates it, he canât hate Adrien for it, not fully. How can he when he knows where Adrien gets it from?
When they go back upstairs he tells Adrien to grab a deck of cards. âIâll teach you a trick.â
âNo way! You never teach your tricks to anyone.âÂ
âIâm only doing it because itâs your birthday and youâre my favorite cousin.â
âIâm your only cousin.â Adrien frowns.
âThat automatically makes you my favorite.â He smirks.
He basks in the light of these happy moments, knowing that once he gets home heâll live under the shadow Adrien always casts and heâll start hating it all over again.
***
Sometimes Felix feels like heâs preparing for a battle that will never come. He doesnât know what it will entail. His father is preparing him and thereâs no routine that Felix can attach himself to, no pattern that will tell him where it all leads. He doesnât know what his father is trying to accomplish and he hates it. He hates not knowing things.Â
Father is always there for him. He cherishes it. Especially knowing the alternative, heâs very familiar with it from simply knowing Adrein. His father is always there for him and mother. But that doesnât mean some things donât hit too close to home. His father is someone who can adore Felixâs whole existence and allow his disappointment and disapproval to seep into every interaction he has with his son.
 He teaches Felix how to speak, how to mince his words and pay attention to politeness. He teaches him how to have a nerve of steel and a clinical eye, how to predict how cruel people will think and act, to always expect such cruelty.Â
 He teaches Felix how to tie a tie and to always look presentable, to look for what people would want to look at.
He encourages him to take as many sport classes as humanly possible, sometimes even participating in the act of teaching himself. He teaches Felix how to always, always hit a target.
And each time whenever Felix questions him, he uses Adrienâs name like a whip, worst of all, he talks about mother, donât disappoint mother and how can Felix come up with an answer for that? For the shame that comes with even the idea o upsetting her?
More importantly-
***
There theyâre again, Felix always finds himself in this position, and yet he never learns. His answer to disapproval is lashing out and doubling down. Mother says that father can stop him from getting into mischief; the truth is that he simply gets better at it. Why does he get better at it?
Itâs because, most importantly-
Father looks at Felix whose holding a basketball ball. His expression looks quiet irritated, probably because he specifically forbid Felix from making any noises, he is suffering from horrible headaches recently. Felix isnât afraid of course, he knows father wonât hurt him but something tells him to just run away, because father is planning something. Itâs game time again.
Father gives one last glance at Felix and starts walking toward a table. He picks up a vase that belongs to mother and then lets it go. It shatters on the floor. âNow Felix, whyâd you do such a thing? You need to be careful.â
Felix can only stare at him dumbly. âBut I- I didnât break it. You just-â
âMaybe, maybe not. You are always playing basketball, arenât you? Sometimes even in places youâre not supposed to. Maybe you decided to do it here and accidentally broke it. No one would be surprised if you did. Your mom wouldnât if I told her. Iâd only describe a plausible scenario.â
He stands there, basking in Felixâs dumbfounded expression. Slowly, he smiles, lips stretching to bare his teeth. This kind of smiles are different than the ones he gives mother, or Felix when heâs happy. This one serves a more animalistic function of reminding others of the teeth ready rip into all of their weak spots. The way he looked at Felix almost made him believe that he broke motherâs vase, so much so that he felt a tinge of guilt over it, which is probably the point. Itâs something he shares with Uncle Gabriel. They really love their children guilty. Something in that shame pleased them immensely. In another life, they might have made great inquisitors for the church.
 The moment ends when Father just laughs. âAnd this, is how you lie Felix. You take most of the truth.â
Felix cannot even spare enough energy to be confused. âWhat about the vase?â
âOh, donât think about it. Itâs gabbyâs gift. She hates it. Sheâll be grateful itâs gone.â Felix slowly learns to hate that sincere tone his father has, so genuine (so much like Adrien) that it loops back into mocking. Felix canât stay enraged though. Heâs just grateful
-Most importantly, his father teaches him how to lie.
***
Aunt Emilie gets sicker, until sheâs bedridden. But itâs not some mysterious sickness that takes her away. She just⌠disappears.Â
 Thereâs a search, the police look for every nook and cranny.
Mother worries, she cries herself to sleep.
Father paces around the house like a madman, he seems even more worried.Â
The search finally stops. Uncle Gabriel decides to hold a public funeral.
He stays the entire day next to Adrien. If anyone looks at them thoroughly, they would seem like two mannequins, or two mirrors. Felix finds it fascinating actually. Adrien and Felix might be mistaken as twins, they have a whole game of pretending to be each other that would make others think that maybe the two of them are just so similar that it comes easy for them. Thatâs the thoughts of someone who only looks at them in a superficial manner. The two of them have enough different characteristics that would definitely make them distinguishable.Â
And yetâŚ
And yet, at the day of the funeral, they are absolutely similar; two copies. Theyâre emptied enough that they simply resemble two voids bouncing off of each other.
***
 Fatherâs death is slow and unexpected at the same time. He just collapses one day and is taken to the hospital the same day.Â
 Three weeks later he dies.Â
It should be what rattles him to the core but itâs not.Â
Itâs the conversation they have in the hospital on fatherâs last day. He speaks to mother, gives her his âI love youâs, and everything a dying man should. Then he calls for Felix to enter the room and Felix thinks about how unprepared he is for this goodbye.Â
Heâs far less prepared for what he actually says.Â
 A lot of people come to talk to Felix in fatherâs funeral; all of them probably wondering about Felixâs dry eyes and vacant stare. He doesnât look like heâs in mourning. He looks confused; they say. Oh leave him be! Sometimes shock and grief manifest this way, sometimes; others would answer.
Theyâd all be right.
Theyâd all be wrong.
The thing is, Felix actually believes his father. Heâs not unfamiliar with magic and super powers. Super heroes with powers are a dime a dozen in New York. So the idea about magic jewelry that can create life out of thin air isnât so farfetched.Â
 It doesnât mean that the whole thing doesnât make Felixâs brain crumble into itself.
He looks at the word twin. The word looks back.Â
Felix spends the following days in his room, trying to fight the sickness in his mouth.
His mother is an absolute unit. She holds strong, radiating such sweetness and strength it makes you drunk just being around her. Felix meanwhile, feels his mind cannibalizing itself each time he thinks about his father, his aunt and uncle and Adrien.
God, Adrien.Â
 His father is gone now. And with him is the whisper of Adrienâs shadow coming to shame him.Â
He feels rage bubble inside of him. He thinks of Adrien and all he can think of is the word twins, twin boys, twin rings that can control them like puppets and he wants to gouge his own eyes.
He doesnât hate Adrien though. Not completely. Not in the way he sometimes hates his father with a burning, consuming passion; his father who wielded guilt and shame like a weapon so effectively in his game that Felix slowly learnt not to feel it just to stay sane. The shame is still there but now it takes a new form. Instead of measuring against Adrien, he has to measure against some unknown standard and entity that made one human. The game begins again, play your part Felix, maybe if you try hard enough, youâll convince the world that you arenât a freak, youâll convince them to value you in the vague way your father cherished you. The game is on and Felix needs to learn how to play.Â
The only good thing, is that some things become clear real fast. Itâs no wonder now, that his father always acted like Felix is a china doll, on the verge of breaking.Â
He wonders if his father preferred to have ended up with his other twin; the more obedient one; the one that could be shaped into the perfect statue more easily and would be easier to protect.
  Itâs the final nail to his sanity.
***
  He visits Adrien on the anniversary of Aunt Emilieâs disappearance. He is determined and on a mission: A ring and a brooch.  Â
 He doesnât expect all of his rage to come back the moment he lays eyes on his twin. He isnât even looking at Adrien. Heâs only able to see a silhouette. The same silhouette that was empty on his fatherâs funeral. All he sees is Adrien standing straight and graceful like a dainty marble statue instead of buckling under the weight of his own existence like Felix is. He tells Felix that his father is overprotective and thatâs why he was absent for the funeral and Felix wants to shake him until everything within him spills out and heâs laying there raw. He cannot believe him. Adrien has been playing this game of survival and shame alongside Felix ever since birth. How could you not when youâre a Sentimonster, and he still doesnât know how to play the game properly. Just like the way he plays chess, his moves are crude. He canât still lie properly either, Felix bets.
A very silent part of him tells him heâs being unreasonable. He shouldnât expect anything different. But itâs easier to stay angry at his twin then tell him the truth and let him carry the weight with him. His rage is like a wound that he canât stop scratching; a pain that is still more preferable than the itch of healing.Â
  He leaves the house with one of his wanted objects gained.Â
He gives the ring to his mother. Itâs not like she can use it. She wants in anyway. Itâs now them against the world. The only person whom he knows he cares about more than anything else.Â
He wonders when Adrien quietly slipped off the list.
 You and Adrien, you should take care of each other.
***
In the meantime, he researches Sentimonsters obsessively.
 He watches the Alya girlâs ladyblog, looking for any article and video.Â
Two butterflys, a pink giant doll, two lollipop men, a blue blob that just eats Parisâs heroes that one time, a ladybug doppelganger that makes his stomach betray him and his breakfast to make a comeback , a giant eye, and a big yellow and black gorilla.
They hunt him. His dreams are filled with colors and bleak. His uncle snaps a finger and he disappears into thin air. Ladybug grabs at his cheeks in search for his amok and his cheeks comes off like heâs made off play dough.
He attaches photos of each and everyone on his wall and promises to never forget. His shame simply transforms into hatred to the world. To Every single human being that makes him question his own worth.Â
***
He visits again and has his worst fears confirmed. His uncle has no qualm about killing him in an instant.Â
Also heâs hawkmoth.
Itâs a secondary thought.Â
***
His third visit ever since the revelation is the most vital.Â
He takes Adrienâs place and by pure luck is given the perfect opportunity for striking a deal that would guarantee his survival.
Three giant golems join his collection of nightmares. They drag him into the sun as they float down.
***
Duusu has a never ending energy; changes moods faster than Felix can hit a target and has a bell like laugh.
 Felix absolutely adores him.
 The Kwami takes on everything as if itâs his first time in the world of humans and Felix canât blame him. The poor creature had to tolerate his uncleâs company and for years. That would give everyone brain damage. Duusu is well adjusted, all things considered.
âSo,â He cradles the Kwami in his hands, said Kwami munching on almonds. âWhich one of them do you think we should create first?â
Duusu takes one look at the wall, decorated with photos of all the Sentimonsters discarded by his uncle or Parisâs heroes and squeals in delight.
***
He looks at Adrien crouched down on his carpet, his face is the face of someone whoâs tasting vomit in their mouth. He punches his own chest as if to punch the air out of himself.
Felix looks at the photo; the one from their birthday with their mothers. Aunt Emilie looks alive, as if she might wink, or frown which is the more likely scenario.
Tell me I did the right thing. Felix doesnât regret making the deal with Hawkmoth; doesnât feel shame. Shame is a fatal poison he isnât willing to take. But he needs to know that she would approve. Tell me you would think one of us should have it. You always loved us. Youâd want us safe from your husband and Parisâs so called heroes.
 Aunt Emilieâs picture doesnât speak to him but his memory does. Take care of each other.Â
He puts a hand on Adrienâs shoulder. Theyâre tangled together; have been since birth, Conjoined twins in everything but physical aspects. It doesnât matter if they like it. Theyâre in this together.
 It might be his imagination but Aunt Emilieâs eyes shine in the picture.
Can you please tag sentiadrien? I rly like your blog but I filter thatâŚ
i can tag posts that are explicitly sentidrien (like posts i make or reblog) in the future absolutely!
that being said as i believe that's what the show is doing i'm not sure if you're asking me to tag every time gabriel or the show brings it up as sentidrien?