Trip for You
MariChatWeek Day 5
Marinette was apprehensive.
It wasn't every night that Chat Noir showed up at her trapdoor, hand extended to her and a gentle glint in his eye just before twelve. The only thing he'd asked was if Marinette trusted him, which, yes, she did, but to what extent? Still, she took his hand and let him pull her out of the comfort of her bedroom, away from Tikki, and off into the night.
He'd stopped when they reached the Eiffel Tower, somehow not damaged by the incessant beatings Marinette tried to give him on the trip there (why couldn't he be a gentleman about it all and at least warn her that they were about to fly over rooftops?), setting her down on the platform that had become his and Ladybug's private spot. He stood behind her, hands on her hips, while he whispered tales of his adventures with his Lady (not knowing that Marinette knew every detail by heart).
And when his baton beeped, he held her just a little tighter and murmured into her hair, "Happy birthday, Marinette."
And she smiled.
March 11th, 2016 || Day 5: Trust Me
author's notes:
i wrote this while my eye was basically weeping because i'm apparently on that stage of being stuck with a cold. the stage where your eye waters uncontrollably. i'd be dead of dehydration if i didn't drink twenty gallons of fluid every day
also, i'm very much ashamed that this is so short. don't worry tho, tomorrow's will be beautifully lengthy
jusqu'à demain!