A breeze tumbled through the dark of night, whispering against his skin, ruffling his golden hair. He saw as much as he felt, inhabiting the body as much as the space around himself. He saw himself enrobed in a black kaftan, inky embroidery surrounding the mandarin collar. His loose linen trousers, matching the depth of hue of his tunic, floated around him, fluttering just atop his bare feet.
Wiggling his toes, he couldn't be sure if he really felt the flora beneath him. His hands lilted over the reeds and tall grasses with the song of his deft fingers. Following the direction of the breeze and rippling moonlight with his gaze, his eyes came to rest on a distant, reverential, ethereal figure in flowing red. His pulse quickened and he knew he needed to reach her.
She stood, and watched herself stand, in among the asters and chicory, yarrow and purple clover. Lavender called to her on the breeze that joined the sunbeams tickling her cheeks, drawing a bright smile as she watched her own midnight hair dance around her face. Twirling in delight, her dress floated around her gracefully. Looking down and directly at herself, she saw deep red, tiered chiffon cascading to her ankles, hanging loosely from the ebony lace bateau neckline.
Her gaze was lifted by an unseen hand, gentle in its insistence that she see the faceless boy in the black kaftan and trousers, his form nearly melting into the night sky behind him.
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The girl of day stepped forward. The boy of night felt the invisible dam in his chest shatter. She was the only one who could quell the waterfall threatening to drown him. He couldn't understand why he placed so much trust in the face obscured by sunlight.
The boy of night stepped forward. The girl of day felt her heart burst into invisible flame. He was the only one who could quench the blaze threatening to engulf her. She couldn't understand why she placed so much trust in the face obscured by shadow.
As the two figures advanced toward one another, the landscape pitched and the silence crescendoed. Flowers receded from his footfalls and the night feverishly tried to escape her presence.
The pair began to close the distance between them, fervent in their resolve that the other was their missing piece. Running in earnest, silently shouting, fingers outstretched and trembling with the remaining breath between them. Almost...
Almost...
"BUG!"
"CAT!"
Separated by streets and storefronts, Adrien and Marinette simultaneously bolted upright in their respective beds, panting to regain breath, damp clothes clinging to skin streaked with cold sweat.