PROMPT N°6: MIDNIGHT / ETOILE-LEAD-SAMA
THE HEART HAS ITS REASONS THAT THE REASON IGNORES
(Part 1: Chat Noir's heart)
Notre-Dame's bells echoed in the silence of the Parisian night, indicating the beginning of the next day. Quietly, a shadow jumped from roofs to roofs before stopping on the rooftop of the Dupain-Cheng bakery, for a short break.
Adrien couldn't sleep. Thoughts and emotions were spinning in his mind without giving him a minute of respite. He couldn't take it anymore. Nothing was going on in his life right now and he was starting to saturate. He decided to go out and run on the Parisian rooftops, hoping to get tired enough to fall asleep. And, perhaps, it would help him to empty his head or regain control of himself, which was only a distant memory...
Running had done him good, but it wasn't enough to really help him. He needed something else, but he didn't know what. It was then that he noticed where he'd stopped and a smile stretched his lips in spite of him: Marinette's balcony. He found it curious that every time he went bad, he found himself here...
Worried that he might have awakened her by his arrival, he leaned over the window of her room to check that everything was okay. Then he saw Marinette sleeping. She seemed so peaceful, so quiet and carefree. A little lock fell from her forehead to tickle her nose and the feline saw her brush it in a funny and absolutely adorable grimace. He held back a small chuckle but a soft smile was now stretching his lips.
He stood there for a long time, simply watching her sleep, without even realizing that the storm in his head and in his heart had finally calmed down.
The feline yawned and eventually moved away, regrettably, from the soothing sight of Marinette sleeping. He then went to sit on her deckchair, just for a few moments, just enough time to rest a little before leaving, but, without even realizing it, he finally found the sleep he was desperately looking for.
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The next evening, Adrien didn't hesitate before going for a run on the Parisian rooftops. His day had gone a little better and the few hours he'd spent sleeping on Marinette's deckchair had helped him, but that was not enough. He was still far too emotionally unstable.
Like the previous day, he stopped to listen to Notre Dame's bells ringing in the middle of the night and, just like the previous day, he found that he'd stopped in the same place again: Marinette's balcony. Of course, he couldn't hold back the little grin that stretched his lips.
The feline repeated what he did the night before and observed again the young woman sleeping. This time, she was doing the starfish on her bed and her feet were coming out from under her duvet. She'd a small satisfied smile that pleased the corner of her lips and that made Chat Noir's heart beat faster, while at the same time giving him the desire to laugh.
He sat with a smile on his face, watching her wriggle to put her feet under the duvet, before pulling them out again a few minutes later.
This time, when he landed on her deckchair, after he started yawning, he knew he was going to fall asleep, but never mind: the night before was the best he'd had in days, weeks or even months.
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The following night, Adrien wasted no time running on the Parisian rooftops to let off steam: he'd returned late from a night photo shoot and had immediately headed for Marinette's balcony.
The blonde finally understood that it wasn't running on the rooftops that calmed him down. He'd tried this solution thousands of times without achieving the same result as in recent nights. The race brought him comfort, it gave him some rest, but he wasn't appeased. Not like he was in the presence of the girl...
The feline watched her sleep without actually seeing her: thoughts swirled in his mind, thoughts concerning her. Marinette was an extraordinary friend who always managed to help him feel better simply by her presence. He remembered all the times she'd been there for him, in front of and behind the mask, and a tender smile appeared again on his face.
The boy ignored the slightly faster beats of his heart. Nor did he pay attention to the heat growing in the hollow of his chest, thinking of the girl who slept just a few inches below him. She was a good friend, a very close friend, a friend he held dear…
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Adrien didn't see Marinette the next day at school and he couldn't get to her balcony the next night. Indeed, he'd to go with his father to London for a family affair and they stayed there for the night.
The blonde couldn't sleep at all that night. He'd attempted a discreet trip to the London skyline, but it didn't allow him to fall into the restorative sleep he needed.
It was only the following night, when he landed on Marinette's balcony and observed her sleeping, that he began to understand why: he missed her.
The feline admired the reflection of the moon dancing on her night hair. Since when did they shine so brightly? He detailed her face and counted the small freckles he'd never noticed before. Since when did her skin look so soft? Since when did he want to touch it? His gaze then landed on her delicate lips stretched in a small, perfectly adorable mud. Since when was he hypnotized by her lips? Since when did he wanted to kiss those lips? Since when he couldn't do without her presence? Since when did his heart beat faster in his chest when he was with her? Since when had she become more than a friend to him?
Chat Noir stepped back suddenly, almost missing falling. He sat on the deckchair and buried his face on his hand, shaking slightly because of the light of the revelation that had just dazzled him.
He loved Marinette.
It was as simple, obvious and as terrifying as that. He loved Marinette. If he was really honest with himself, he'd to admit that she'd always been more than a friend to him. she'd always been special, even though he never understood how special. Not until that night.
His love for her was the reason why he came to her balcony every night. His love for her was the reason why she managed to ease her torments better than anything else and better than anyone else. His love for her was wonderful and filled him with warmth and happiness.
Without realizing it, drowned in his romantic thoughts about the girl, Chat Noir sank again in sleep. His dreams were all about a certain young woman with bluebell eyes smiling at him.
At dawn, when he woke up to return to the manor, he promised to come back here every night. He would be there to watch over his princess and to enjoy the comforting warmth of her presence, even if it was within a few meters away and even if a few centimeters of masonry separated them. All that mattered was that she was there, very close to him, that evening, the next day and every night to come…
To be continued…
You can read the rest of this story on May 9 with the prompt: Blanket
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