I know, I know. I hear you now, "OMG PANCAKES WHY ARE YOU POSTING TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY AND ONE'S NOT EVEN A CHAPTER UGH I HATE YOU BURN AT THE STAKE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" But, this chapter I decided to let the words flow, not restrict myself, and get into how I usually write. It's short because I wanted quality over quantity this time. (and every time but you know, it's been REALLY slow at work so I've been re-reading and re-rereading over and over, picking out what I liked and what I didn't)
So, I know it's short, but please enjoy and let me know how you feel about this tone of writing.
Ladybug sat atop the Eiffel tower, staring down at the world below. As the evening sun finally set, the lights of Paris lit up, bathing the city in gold. She ran her hand along the rusty, old metal of the Eiffel and sighed, pleased with the layout of the day's events.
She looked down at her hands, feeling as if she were missing the touch she had grown so familiar with so quickly with Adrien; like a puzzle missing the last piece. "Like yin without my yang..." She muttered to herself and looked down solemnly at the peaceful world below. Her body ached, her bones screaming for sleep. It reminded Ladybug that she hadn't slept since the day before, when she yelled at Chat Noir.
She checked the time. 10:23 PM, and still no sign of Chat Noir. Ladybug bit her lip, growing worried for her dear friend and partner. "Where could you possibly be at this time?" She wondered to herself.
Chat Noir laid back atop of one of the towers of the Notre-Dame de Paris, watching the stars shine bright in the inky night sky. He was high above the light pollution below, and watched the summer constellations swirl in the blackness above. He watched Cygnus and Lyra dance above him, with Aquila not far behind.
He let out a groan as he stretched, his back popping and cracking as he twisted away the pain of laying on hard concrete. He smiled at the sky as he sat up, letting the cold evening breeze caress his golden tresses.
The sweet silence was broken by the ringing of his transmitter. He groaned and pulled out his staff, answering Ladybug's call. "Yes, Bugaboo?" He asked sweetly. Ladybug rolled her eyes and smiled at him, "Where are you at? You're an hour late. We were supposed to patrol at 9 o'clock on the dot, and you had me worried." Chat Noir let out a dreamy sigh, "Aww, come off it, Milady. It's a beautiful night. Just sit back and relax..."
"I would be sitting back and relaxing if I didn't have to work. Get off your lazy bum and meet me at the Louvre."
"Fine, fine. Don't be so bossy."
"Oh hush, kitty cat. Just meet me there."
"Whatever you say, Mari—Ladybug."
"What was that?" Ladybug blinked. "N-Nothing!" Chat Noir frantically ended the call and shot himself into the air with his staff, making his way to the Louvre.
Ladybug bathed in the golden lights of the Louvre as she waited for Chat Noir. She stretched herself out and ran her hands through her hair, shivering in the cold night air. The quiet peacefulness of the summer night caused her to close her eyes, and imagine herself with Adrien. He was smiling at her, waving to her, leaning in for a kiss...
Chat Noir came barreling through the air, landing on his feet before her. Her eyes shot open and she sprung out of the way, caught off guard by how close he had landed. The black cat stood straight and bowed, "Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week."
Ladybug was not so amused, though. She panted heavily from the shock, hand over her heart. "You scared me! D-Don't do that!"
Chat Noir purred, amused by his beloved's face. "Oh come now, Milady. It's a peaceful summer night. Let's go for a walk." He walked to her and took her hand in his. Ladybug blinked, "B-But Chat Noir, wait, we have to—"
"Patrol? I know. And we have all night. But I want to treat you, Bugaboo. How about a nice stroll down the Pont Des Arts? Or maybe we could go dancing at Le Rétro? Come on, please?" He turned to her with a sweet, soft smile that seemed familiar, but she couldn't place her finger on it. She gave in and sighed, "Fine. But, we're both too young for Le Rétro." Chat Noir grinned, "Pont Des Arts it is!"
The Pont Des Arts bridge was empty, being so late at night. It was dimly lit by the lanterns hooked to the sides, causing golden circles to dot the edges of the bridge. The two heroes strolled down the walkway, Chat Noir holding her hand even against Ladybug's protests.
"Chat Noir, please let go of me." Ladybug pulled herself back with a frown. Chat Noir looked at her solemnly, "But, Ladybug... Please let me hold your hand. Just a little?" Ladybug looked at him as he flashed her a pair of familiar puppy eyes. She let out a loud groan, "Fiiiiiiine." She exclaimed and held out her hand.
Chat Noir excitedly took her hand in his and grinned. As his fingers entwined with hers, she blinked, a feeling of completeness filling her. "Wait..." She stared down at their hands and shifted hers. Chat Noir began to sweat bullets. "W-What's wrong, Milady?" He asked nervously. Obviously, he felt it too.
Ladybug pulled her hand away and pressed her palm against his. She studied the curves of his hand, the length of his fingers, and how gently he held hers. She thought to herself, and how he had reacted to her rebuff the day before, and how her day with Adrien went. How he studied her hand, her fingertips; how Adrien looked at her when he said how he wanted to be with her more, how Adrien called her...
Milady.
Ladybug's eyes widened and she pulled away from him, backing up slightly. "Oh my god."
Chat Noir blinked and stepped toward her, "B-Bugaboo?"
She pointed at him. "Adrien Agreste!?"