Adrien had a tendency to disappear. Nathalie didn't know how he got to be so good ar it. It was the sort of thing you didn't notice until it had already happened. She wasn't sure how he did it. Sometimes, she came to wake him up only to find a bed that hadn't been slept in and a teen eating breakfast. Sometimes, she came to a photoshoot where no one noticed the star was missing. He always turned up five minutes, two hours, a day later.
Nathalie worried about him.
She talked to him about it, once.
He smiled, talked around her questions, and stopped wandering off.
She watched, waited.
He never left. He stayed at the gala, at the photoshoot, in the mausoleum he called home.
Nathalie still wonders how he manages to disappear. Because now there is a boy with his face at the gala, the photoshoot, in his house; but it's not Adrien. And she still comes back to a bed that hasn't been slept in and a smiling mask.
an: hi guys, new to the Fandom and I'm already writing (at least slightly) AU fics... yeah. Reviews are appreciated.