Author's Note: Lyra here. More than anything in the world for this show, I want the reveal scene to be exactly like the umbrella scene. Same music. Same animation. Same feeling. ::sigh:::
Ep: I'm not sure theirs would be BETTER than what you have below. Just sayn'.
MR: I think this is where we petition Thomas Astruc to get Lyra a job (and let her bring us along. In a box. That's fine… she IS the most fluent in French, after all.)
Ic: Hey, my French is pretty good. 'Baguette, Croissant, Mon Capitaine'... ok so I only know foods and words I've heard from star trek… but still
Lyra: I would like to remind you that I am only really fluent in Frenglish…. Like most Canadians I know….
MR: I'm barely fluent in English…
Reveal: Marinette and Adrien
He loved her. Ladybug. He loved everything about her - her strength, her courage, her determination. Those eyes that haunted his dreams. That smile that lit up his day. How she would throw her head back and laugh - an unfettered sound of joy. The teasing smirk she would toss him when she pretended not to like his jokes. Her complete trust of him - more than her life, more than her body - she trusted him with her heart.
Fingers entwined, breathing forgotten, eyes pulling each other's souls. Here, in the rain, the blue of her eyes mirroring the swelling of his heart.
"Ready?" Her voice was quiet, nervous. He squeezed her hand in a silent yes. And then the words were spoken, words that stripped off the masks, that tore back the secrets, that bared them to each other. Green and pink. There were no blinks, no attempts to hide, no more secrets.
He didn't know whose voice the first sob belonged to, nor whose arms encircled the other the fastest. He did know that the streaks on her face had nothing to do with the rain, just like his own - every tear to do with them, with this.
"Marinette." He could barely speak - her name more like a breath than a word. The sound she made as she pulled back to look at him was broken. It had always been her. His heart had known long before he had accepted it. But now, her body trembling against his, he knew that it was always her.
"Can I -" He didn't finish, her lips found his first. Warm. Needy. Caring.
Whispered words of love. Promises of forever. Rain forgotten.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Oh, God - he loved her. He loved everything about her - her clumsiness, her creativity, her dramatic flailing. That soft smile that lit up his day. Those eyes that twinkled with inspiration. Her complete encouragement of him - subtle and quiet, but fierce.
He loved her. All of her.