Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and a few, select characters.
Love is a miracle...
She stared out of her small window, looking out over the many rooftops of Paris' 21st arrondissement. It was cold that morning, she could tell because of the fog creeping up the window's glass. She blinked once. There were no leaves on the trees. No pigeons she needed to scatter. No flowers in bloom. Paris was grey, silent, cold... dead.
"Come on, Tikki. it's time for school." She dressed in silence.
A broken vise of hope, and dreams, and admiration that can fill one's entire reality...
He played the opening notes of Raindrops- A simple prelude in D flat Major. He had been playing it for years. He could do it without thinking; his eyes closed, his breath still, his fingers loose. The notes he had memorized would flow through him, and he would play just loud enough, until it would be over, and he could go back to staring at the rack of discs that were carefully placed on his wall, or the table of still football* men that would never play against each other. It was all useless; but for his father's sake, he would go through the repetitious motion of his everyday life.
He stared at the small, sleeping figure tucked just underneath his cover, and smiled slightly. Slowly pushing against the bench of his piano, he walked towards the creature and tucked him into a pocket, hidden underneath the seams of his over-shirt. It was time to go, it wouldn't do him good to be late.
And those who love can break...
She skipped through the streets of Paris, and tumbled and weaved her way through the crowds that huddled close together for warmth, but far away enough that they did not brush arms with a stranger. The bell (she had heard it) had rung minutes ago, and she was never... almost never late to school. She ran up the towering steps, and slammed into a slowly walking boy. She blushed. Composed herself. Was helped up by an awaiting hand and a charming smile. Green eyes met blue.
"Adrien."
Losing themselves to sorrow and pain...
Plagg had woken up sometime during the trip to school. He knew because he felt the weight in his over-shirt lesson as one wheel of Camembert cheese was devoured. He chuckled, for as much as he hated the smell of stinky cheese he had to constantly cover up with the smell of a brand named for himself, he had grown incredibly fond of his Kwami.
The car slowed to a stop, and he stepped out, giving a small nod of thanks to the driver- he had never really bothered to know his name. He slowly, at a sedated pace, walked up the steps of his new life, his new school, towards his new friends. And humming quietly to himself, lost in thought, he was abruptly shaken by a body slamming into his, he smiled at the sight of blue-black hair, and held his hand out expectantly.
"Adrien." She muttered nervously, and he smiled.
"Good morning, Marinette."
But love blooms, and grows, and feeds...
"You're running slightly late, I see," she blushed. and started to brush her coat off.
"Yes, well I was just staring into yo- I mean, staring out my window, and lost track of time." He chuckled, and his breath made clouds against the cold air. Even during the cold death of Paris, there was warmth and wonder to be seen.
"Happens to the best of us." They stood for a few seconds, and then the chiming of a second bell was heard. They both stared once, laughed slightly, and walked into the building together. The school's courtyard was completely empty- everyone had already made it to their class.
Until it consumes the person it has infected, filling their life with copious amounts of overwhelming joy...
They rushed to their seats, a girl with Auburn hair staring at one with blue-black, and a boy with brown staring at one with blond. Pale skin became tinged with pink, and brown became marked with features of amusement. The teacher called order, they sat in silence.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrienne Agreste shared a single look before turning towards their tablets.
Or unbearable suffering.
*It's football, not soccer, and it always will be. Debate in the reviews, I'll be ready with my comebacks.