It's like an echo of a broken waterfall, left completely to the bitter touch of winter that refused to unfreeze it,

He was cold to the touch, naturally just out of reach to the world, but he was perfectly kind, just unsure of where to place his feet.

Adrien was the cool cold of rain when it pelted down on you, catching your legs under each soft blow; it wasn't intentional as he truly did love with all of his heart.

His outside appeared almost like a bright light to the world, but really every aspect of his heart was buried deep under every ice coated casing as the light of his smile was genuine, but his feelings remained hidden as much as he could keep them to be.

He'd spent his whole life chasing perfection whether he'd wanted it or not; he had to be beautiful like pond covered by frigid ice: beautiful, barely there, and just the top layer of perfect.

Adrien tried, really tried, but it was glued to him in harsh yet beautiful icy needles; he was truly the beauty on a cold morning that just made you stop and stare in a daze for another moment more.

He was everything that you'd least expect yet everything that you never knew you needed; you couldn't feel the sun or focus on its warmth without the cold to be the world in a gentle hush sometimes.

She however was the perfect warmth, loving kind, strong under pressure.

Sometimes her warmth trickled and hid under the clouds of day, but ultimately it held fast to her smile.

It came in surges as if every stutter was a small, extra pocket of warmth; it appeared like the red of her face whenever she couldn't help but blush.

Marinette was openly warm, gentle despite the many layers of warmth; she only ever felt the need to rise above her gentle flicker of flames, of warmth, of light whenever there was someone to save.

She became a ferocious forest fire as if nothing could ever stop her, stubborn, insecure, and sometimes breathtakingly long.
Naturally, she smelled of home and warm fires on cold nights; you couldn't feel the warmth of day without the frigid winter to remind you of what was lost.

She was as warm as every fresh baked desert that she and her parents made; she was dazzling as no one could look at fire without caving to its all encompassing beauty.

Marinette was as dependable as the sun's rays, always there to soothe on tough days, always there to peek out from a cloud or heavy rain to remind others of what it is like during every day moments, to remind them of gentle love.

She was the gentle comfort of warmth to the bitter isolation of his cold.

Adrien didn't feel as if he deserved this warmth as all he'd ever known was the coldness of pressure, of isolation, of never getting a chance to pave his own way.

Heat was stubborn though even if she could melt him at the touch or even a glance; she was so blindingly gentle however that he didn't mind the melting of the ice around his heart.

Cold never seemed to speak its mind, fearful of what the next day might bring, already counting its final moments of just being there; warmth wasn't afraid to make new moments, rarely tucking itself away, out of sight.

She stepped closer, reminding cold that every now and again there would be a new moment to shine, reminding him that cold ice sparkled and that while he only could have a waterfall for a day, she'd let him have whatever he needed to stay strong.

Warmth melted thick layers of ice yet never wanted to completely abolish the cold, just wanted another moment to shine, to stay racing towards its dreams.

Adrien was breathless though he only ever felt warm by her side.