#speiress

One of the best—and admittedly, sometimes worst—things about being a superhero was the plain and simple fact that Ladybug was a role model. Parisian citizens of all ages looked up to Ladybug. Were they to see the girl on the other side of the mask? Probably not so much. But whether or not Marinette was deserving of their admiration was a different story. Ladybug would always be a symbol to the people. 

On one hand, that meant that Marinette constantly had to be aware of every single thing she said and did. She always had to be confident, professional, composed—all traits that couldn’t be farther away from the stuttering, accident-prone high school student she really was. Only when she finally let the guise of her Miraculous drop did she realize how exhausting it was to try to be perfect all the time. 

But, on the other hand...

Possibly more than anyone else in the entirety of Paris, Ladybug had the ability to make a difference. She could set an example for all the kids who squealed when they saw her whizz by. She could help the people of her amazing city be kind, forgiving, open-minded. She could work to fix injustices of all kinds with incredible effectiveness. 

And, as the goal was that day, she could draw attention to worthwhile causes.

The spotted heroine touched down in the middle of a large public park, landing gracefully despite having hurdled the past several hundred feet through the air. Blue eyes glanced around as she affixed her yoyo to her side. Judging from the assortment of tables, chairs, booths, and tents still being set up on the grass, she’d arrived at least an hour early. Thankfully she hadn’t been held up by school drama or an akuma attack. 

ooc:

   She was meeting more family today. Just the thought of it was enough to turn her stomach, much like meeting Rapunzel and Eugene had one. Mom and Dad. She still felt the urge to run and hide, to find a place far up where no one, or hopefully no one, would be able to find her. Her mother had told her about Anna and Elsa, they were cousins. A piece of family Punzie, or Raegan or whatever people seemed to want to call her these days, had never even thought to have. Rapunzel had been quick to explain that Anna was good natured and happy, someone that she thought her daughter would get along with well. 

        Even if Punzie herself was terrified. 

{~♚  It is a quiet night, the stares are gleaming brightly among the darkened sky above, like little diamonds in a velvety black sheet. Shimmering gorgeously and captivating anyone who bothers to look up at the sky. Hans does fined himself constantly looking up at the scene above him. The seemingly never changing view is always breathtaking and causes him to watch the view above him. 

  Now laying in the cool grass beneath him, Hans reaches his hand up, as if he’s trying to grasp a hand full of those tiny specks above him, even though he’s aware they are miles upon miles above him. Knowing he will probably never be among them now. 

  Closing his hand into a tight fist, Hans places it back above his head and even closes his eyes to feel the cool breeze caress over his features and shuffle a few strands of hair over his forehead and tickling his cheek. He use to enjoy this, even envisioning himself becoming another star in the sy to have another dreamer staring up and yearning to be like him. 

  Though now, it’s near impossible, everything came to a crashing halt when the spell was broken and everyone saw him as a lying cheating regicidal manic who’s only goal was to steal the crown and become king. Which...wasn’t far from the truth, but not accurate. Though no one would listen to him, not now.