🌸🌸🎄🎅HAPPY DECEMBER 1ST OF 2021 EVERYONE! 🌸🌸🎄🎅
Author's Note: Hello everyone, hope your start of December is great. Of course here earlier then I thought. All thanks to Emiko Gale and their ongoing story: The Knitting Fairy and the Nutcracker Prince
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The sky is gloomy, clouds all a rumble and tumble. Still that won't make this relaxed guitarist sad and stumble. On this night, as his usual bring cheerful melodies to the London people. Looking over his left shoulder tonight, atop that steep hill. He'll find a love they both needed with good will.
Aqua blue eyes dance in mirth, as many smile, giggle or sadly scowl at him. With a light snowflake fall he looks up chuckling himself. The skies growing colder he swiftly (without stopping his gentle strumming) pulls his dark blue jacket closer.
Nods in thanks to those that place money in a little top hat on the ground beside him. After losing a well intended argument with a fine dressed sharp brown eyed blunette and her handsome emerald green eyed blond haired husband. Luka had no choice accepting the generous top hate atop from the man's own blond head.
Still he had tried to decline the $200 that the bob-cut blunette with light kissable freckles shoves it into his cold fingers. She again wouldn't hear any of it. After thanking Luka once again for the music, they waltzed to they were off with even bigger smiles then before.
He found it funny, as they danced snowflakes getting in their hair. Her sharp brown eyes just sparked with light at her husband then, cuddling closer as they wave goodbye to Luka.
Their presence brightened his already content mood more. Light tanned cheeks dust red from the wind blowing, surprisingly the money in the top hat seemed to have double without his nor the couple's notice. Yet people watched transfixed as they had danced in their own little world.
Still Luka breathes in deeply, focusing on the new melody he believes will warm his chilling body back. When a beautiful pale white skinned woman walks over. Her pink glossed lips form a smile, her shocking pale pink eyes behind black oval glasses shine with bubbling cheer.
"Hello, it's Luka Couffaine right?"
She questions softly, he nods "That's me. May I help you?" Returning her smile. Reaching into her pink fuzzy front coat pocket, she hands him a pink business card.
"Name's Cecilia Roserade, I'm an assistant at Miraculous. As for helping me, thank you yes. My boss well. . . she needs cheering up this Christmas. Hearing your music is just what she needs."
Luka scans the pink card. Yes, Cecilia is being legit. It's Miraculous the famous clothing industry. Looking back at Cecilia she wears a smug smirk. He chuckles gently trying to her back the card. Much to her shock.
"Thank you for the offer. But I'm sorry, that very fancy place. . ."
". . .needs some true blue old soul music. That's you completely Mr. Couffaine."
Cecilia practically shoves the pink card in his hands. Again, she won't take no for an answer. Sweetening the deal she takes out $100 from her other coat pocket.
The strawberry-blonde starts walking off. A few feet away, she turns back to side glance him.
"Luka Couffaine, my boss's name is Marinette. Once you meet her, you'll understand."
Cecilia resumes her walking off, as Luka contemplates her order of him. Debating so long (30 minutes) he never registers a couple coming down the park path. That is until he hears a harsh voice.
"They're too incompetent! Hiring those so-called friends of his. That cousin shameful we're related."
Luka shots his head up a bit startled to find a man that looks identical to the one and his wife that where there not to long ago. Yet just by his words Luka knows those two similar blond haired emerald green eyed are completely different.
Looking aside the off putting man, Luka feels his heart stop dead. Walking close (seeming uncomfortable) against him. She an angel's song from the heavens above. Bluebell eyes glance at him on her left, gives a polite small smile. Her blunette bouncy pigtails sway with her gentle steps. She turns back to her companion her bluebell eyes grow dull again.
"Felix, you know Adrien knows exactly what he's doing. He did have you supervise them as well."
Her voice is as soft as her smile. Luka plays a very cheery melody, her head shots up from Felix to him. At Felix's snobby glare, Luka nods his head polity.
"Wait here. I'll be right back. Stay away from that guy."
Felix whispers that last sentence, yet Luka clearly him as Felix struts off to a store front across the street. Luka lightly shakes his head, his dyed light blue shaggy hair tips sway. Hearing giggling coming closer his aqua blue eyes pop open to find captivating bluebell ones smiling him.
"Hi, sorry about Felix. He can be. . . challenging."
Her voice trails off, the smile disappears from her cute light freckled face. Something inside Luka hurts seeing this angelic blunette sad. He quickly plays a new piece he's been working on. They lock blue eyes, she blushes a deep red, closing her eyes. Gently sways it's sound, the smile returns tenfold.
Reaching to grab her wallet out her coat, he stops playing. Hands out gently shaking jis head.
"Please. Your smile is enough."
She giggles again, nodding putting her wallet back. She starts dancing softly as he continues strumming. He laughs as she is clumsy on her feet but quickly she still dances.
Her blunette pigtails bounce as she walks over towards him. Smiling at him, he returns the feeling more. She reaches in her coat pocket again, this time quickly pulling out $20 smiling sweetly. He then can't reuse her. Gently taking it, their bare fingers linger touching.
"Thank you. . .?"
"Luka. You're very welcome Miss. . .?"
"Please. Just Marinette and thank you again."
She turns away just in time to see Felix walking over. Quickly, he grabs Marinette's arm in his walking them away.
Luka gives Felix an angry stare before going back to the pink business card he received.
'You were right Cecilia.'
THE END!