Oh! You Pretty Things
by forgottenyogurtgods
Prompt 2 — 28. Light
Paris was the City of Light — it was always on. Well, it felt like it. There were times when it was dark, but for as long as he could remember, there was light. And there was no better feeling in the world than almost flying through all the lights before the Eiffel Tower went dark, as it always did.
With his lady by his side, he never felt any freer than he did when they went on their nightly patrols. It was good to see her swing from one building to the next, using her yo-yo as leverage. He remembered the first time he'd seen her do that, still recalling how he'd called her a female Spider-Man wannabe. Boy, had she been pissed.
They wound their way back around to their usual meeting spot — halfway between his home and the Notre Dame de Paris. He assumed her home wasn't too far from it, though he'd never gone looking. He had long since decided to respect her privacy.
"Well, Chat," Ladybug said, landing elegantly on the rooftop beside him, "time to call it a night."
He hummed, looking out at the city around them. It was rather peaceful. He really didn't want the night to end.
"What's the matter?"
He felt warmth spread over his right shoulder. He looked to see what had caused it, and — oh, her hand. He turned back away, hoping that the nippy autumn air hid his blush. He didn't think it worked, though.
"Nothing," he said. "I'm just not ready to call it a night yet. You can head on home, if you want. I'm going to stay out here for a bit longer."
"Chat?"
"I'm fine." He turned to her, giving her the biggest grin he could — because there wasn't anything wrong, for once. "I've just… I need a little fresh air. Been cooped up inside buildings too long these past couple of weeks. Patrols have been a godsend."
"Are you sure?" The look in her eyes was worried, cautious. She wouldn't leave him alone. Not if he didn't want to be.
The light all around him glittered in her eyes. She was absolutely lovely, even when she as concerned as she was — about him, no less.
"Purr-fectly."
He watched as she bit back a smile. She nodded and squeezed his shoulder.
"If you need anything," she said, starting off in the direction of her home, "don't be afraid to call me. And be sure to tell me when you get home. I'd rather not hear about my favorite alley cat getting caught in the dumpster on the Ladyblog."
He watched as she leapt away, light twinkling in her eyes teasingly. He sighed as she disappeared, swallowed up by the buildings and sounds of Paris.
Paris was the City of Light — his home that never seemed to go dark. He loved it here and he wouldn't think of trading it for any other place on Earth.
"If only," he said, letting his features drop, "I could convince father to stay here forever."