"That was very, very foolish of you, M'lady. What you did that day was... beyond foolish. You could have got yourself killed, and then where would we be?" Chat Noir sighed as he continued to mutter to her unconscious body. "Here I am, talking to myself while you sleep away the endless days, the endless nights; they don't stop passing by, M'lady. Please, please wake up, Ladybug. Please..."
He felt a shudder run through his shoulders and down his shaking arms. She just lay there, alive but motionless. Unmoving on the floor. Somehow, she looked so peaceful.
His eyes felt sore, rubbed raw in the first few days of the incident. It only took him a week to lose all his strength, he refused to eat, to drink, to sleep; adamant to stay by her side.
He would busy himself with portrait carvings, scratching at pieces of wood with his claws. They would often be of her; her face, her details, her hands, her piercing eyes. He lost count of how many images he drew, but he would always take them away and burn them.
Burning the images served as a reminder, he had to remind himself that Ladybug could disappear at any moment. She could be gravely ill, she could only have a flicker of life left, she could be as right as rain, but it tore him apart that he didn't know. But this was no time for delusions, he had to keep hold of the reality that could befall him.
She could die.
"The funniest thing happened today, Ladybug," he whispered into the open air, his voice echoing in the large and empty window-lit attic of an abandoned warehouse. "I... I wanted to see the sunshine glow on your dark raven hair... Because I wanted to test my abilities with shadows for these images I create every day." He swallowed. "Because I thought to myself, I could make you even more beautiful in my illustrations."
"And while I was marking the details of each individual hair, I realised..."
His face dropped even further and he stopped scratching into the wood.
"The sun shines, in the same way, every day... and you still remain in the same place, in the same way, every day..."
"Nothing has changed."
"Nothing has changed!"
He threw the piece of wood across the room in anger. He wanted to stay angry, to be furious at himself for not being able to do anything. But his strength did not permit him, he fell back onto the box he used as a chair, and he cried.
The tears wouldn't stop until his emotions dulled into nothingness, the void filling his gut as he reminded himself of his crisis. So his body shook with the sobs, and his eyes clamped shut while they shed their hot tears. His fingers hugged his mouth and his body curled up in misery.
"Chat..."
His eyes flew open, and the tears stopped.
"Is that really you, M'Lady?" He lifted himself off the box and knelt down beside her body. "Was that really you? Did you say my name?"
Slowly, her eyes lifted their veil and she turned her head to give him a soft smile.
"I'm here, Chat."
His hands shook with joy as he slowly reached forward and took her into his arms. His breath quivered as he hugged her tightly, choking on the tears that came from his absolute happiness.
"I'm glad you're okay," he whispered. He pulled back and gave her a worried look over. "You are okay, right?"
She gave a little giggle and he acted to worry even further, "No bumbs or owies or booboos I should be aware of?"
"No, Chat," she said with a smile, "I am completely fine."
He gave one last sigh, and it was a sigh of relief.
"I'm just so glad you're back..."
"Me too, kitty."
They wrapped themselves in each other's embrace as the frenzied feelings slowly died down. He was no longer alone.
He pulled back once more.
"You sure you're Feline okay?"
"Chat."
"No need for a Purramedic?"
"Chat."
"Just want to be Pawsitive."
"Chat!"
"Alright, alright! I'll stop now... But I will have you know, I'm Hissterical."
A.N.
Excuse me for stooping to the level of cat puns once more
Thank you to our resident pun contributor, sandwormsladybugs on tumblr, for the lovely prompt
Which I "accidentally" turned to angst
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