The light danced
off of her midnight hair,
and her eyes sparkled
under the faint glow of the mostly hidden stars.
She snorted before bursting into laughter,
hand clasped to catch the noise,
and her eyes twinkled without the stars
It was too bright for that after all,
and his hand nearly reached out to softly run along her arm,
and his voice nearly found the perfectly, imperfect phrase,
starting with just a word,
'Princess...'
He wondered when he started to find spots
everywhere,
delicately interwoven into his memory.
She spoke with clarity,
and all that he could see was her repairing the city around them,
and his heart was somewhere lost along the pages, the folds, of that.
Her hand found the pattern, the ease, of slipping in and out,
"I usually don't do this by hand anymore,
Sorry if it's bad."
His green eyes lit up,
'Nothing was more beautiful to him.'
She smiled as their fists met,
"Pound it!"
"Bien joué!"
His own smile danced on his face
He wouldn't trade these moments for the world.
He couldn't help wondering as he sat down
who he loved more
Marinette, sweet and creative,
Ladybug, strong and heroic,
His heart yearned for them both,
loved them both.