Author's Note: Really bad cold May 3, 2023 tonight. Couldn't sleep, couldn't relax much. Well until updating this.
Pale pink eyes watch the flames swallow the letter whole, the ashy smell normally disgusting. Right here and now she releases a tiny smile.
"If only murder wasn't a crime."
She flickers her lighter to life again. Having the tiny device within her grasp, calms her shaky nerves.
"In that case, should I start collecting bail? Not that you need it."
The strawberry blonde turns around facing amused aqua blue eyes. Soft scoffing escapes her throat, looking away back to the darkening skies.
"Clumsinette not glued to your arm, what? Little Miss Perfect working on her wedding dress."
"Well if she were, no doubt you'd be a breathtaking bride's maid."
A humorless chuckle rings clear in the guitarist fine tuned ears. Sitting himself on her right side, silently watches the stars twinkle above.
She feels his stare burn into face. Complete refusal is all he receives. Removing his precious guitar from his backside, he casually starts to strum.
"Peach Rose. . ."
"Shut up, Soul Rocker."
She immediately counters squeezing more into herself, knowing he won't go away anytime soon. He continues to wait her out. She WON'T break this time.
"You know, if she returns you won't be alone. Hey wanna hide out at the Dupain-Cheng bakery?"
"Why? To laugh at your Love Song making an idiot of herself? Fine."
Cecilia Roserade states reluctantly raising up. Waiting for him to as well. Luka Couffaine knows better. Messing with his Marinette gets her in high spirits. Leaning his taller frame down, gently kisses her head.
"Off to Marinette we go!"
"Oh joy indeed."
The words bleed in sarcasm.
THE END!