Um. So you gave me an idea and then it got out of hand. Enjoy!
Oh and I decided to call Lila "Salvia" here because I don't think she would let Felix know any of her other identities. Adrien mustve told him about Lila so she's not going to reveal that.
He said that as if it ever felt like it stopped.
Felix's polished shoes tapped on the cobblestone. This was an old part of London. Not that there were many places in the city much newer, but this alley had been left quite alone. The houses were old and tiny, the wrought iron fences were rusty if they were even still standing, and not a single ray of neon light was in sight.
He could still look around. That was almost always the case. Unless he was told to keep his eye on the prize. That was a phrase best avoided unless he was meant to act as clumsy as Dupain-Cheng.
Felix's hand grasped one such rusted rail as he climbed the half crumbled stairs. His hand curled into a fist to knock lightly before he was able to wipe the rust on his slacks. He could never be sure if he was so averse to certain textures simply because he hated them, or because he was so often left to endure them for far longer than necessary.
There was a muffled voice from within, possibly someone assuring him they were coming. The door looked to be nearly as original as everything else, down to how thick it was. At least the lock looked new. Something burnished to blend in but shiny and quality nonetheless. A lock Felix might struggle to pick. And the matching deadbolt above it would also prove a challenge.
The door did squeal terribly when it opened. Felix forgot to allow himself to flinch.
The woman who opened the door smiled brightly but weakly. Her eyes were sunken. Her hair was stringy. "Hello, dear, may I help you?"
"I'm here to see Salvia," Felix's voice declared not as unkindly as usual.
The smile stretched the woman's thin skin as it grew. "Oh of course! She mentioned she had company coming! I'll go let her know you're here."
The door was left open as the woman walked slowly to another doorway. Her voice didn't carry very far. The other voice dominated the conversation despite coming from the back of the house. "Coming, mum!"
Salvia was smiling equally wide when she made her appearance. Felix examined her closely. This was his first time seeing Chrysalis's real identity, and he wanted to be prepared to reveal it.
"Felix! I'm so glad you decided to come!" Salvia said with sweet irony. Her brunette pixie cut meant her face was fully visible. Her hazel eyes glinted. She spread her arms. His ring glinted on her finger. "Give me a hug!"
She didn't say anything like an order. The cadence of demand wasn't present. Intent was enough for the ring. Felix's arms wrapped around her. "Hello again, Salvia." He forced the words to sound bitter. The woman was already walking away to "give the two lovebirds some privacy".
He tried not to thinj about Kagami. About the way he loved her. About what happened to anything he loved. About what could happen. His heart was speeding like a wild hare by the time Salvia ended the hug.
"Come up to my room, Felix. We can hang out there all night if you want." Her words dripped with something warm amber. It could be mistaken for honey until it splashed down and was revealed to be acid.
Felix's hand found another railing, this one wood and dusty, as he followed her up. Why had his mother ever told him to always hold onto the rail with stairs? He had been two at the time, so perhaps it made sense then, but no one had ever told him otherwise. Not even himself. He couldn't bring himself to erase his mother's warm touch on his life. She hadn't held his ring for long anyway.
Salvia's room was decked in purple. Painted walls with cheap sparkling butterfly decals. A simple bed with sheer purple curtains taped to the ceiling. A bookshelf with a multitude of notebooks lined neatly. Another notebook lay closed on the desk with a glittery gel pen beside it.
"Welcome to my humble lair," she said as she sank into her desk chair. The classic villain pose she struck--arms on the rests, legs cross, evil smirk--might have looked out of place in such a room if it weren't literally a lair.
"How kind of you to have me," he bit back. He could have said something far crueler. Cursed a bit too (the words not banned by his mother). But old habits died hard. He was used to speaking in layers always covered in a pristine polish.
Salvia's smirk reached her eyes now. She found him amusing. "It *is* nice to have you! Because you are mine now. Mine alone." She giggled. "You're part of my plan now, after all."
"Is it a plan I'll have any knowledge of?" It was a genuine question. He knew from experience that he might be left in the dark. Knowledge of why he did things was a courtesy. His purpose was simply to do them.
"Hm.... Let's make this more fun for both of us, shall we? Im not going to tell you anything. Everything you're seeing today is already fake. A playhouse built for my newest plaything. But I know that won't stop you from prying. So lets play a game. You can guess what I'm doing as we go a long. You can guess anything! Who am I? Where am I going with all of this? What will you become in my care?"
Felix simply stood there, palms sweating. It wasn't like he was allowed to break anything or examine it or leave. Salvia had made that clear in her initial instructions. "How lovely. I shall be forced to play guessing games while you set me up for a tea party or something." He nodded toward the dolls already set at a tiny table in one corner of the room. "I had been under the impression I was in the company of the latest villain of Paris."
Salvia giggled again. "Chrysalis isnt a villain. Not a recognized one anyway. You know that. Tell me, what do you think of my work so far? Am I more competent than your uncle?"
Asking what he thought left enough room for him to work. Felix decided to test the waters. "I think you're just the same as him, after Ladybug and Cat Noir constantly. You should know your loose veneer of being benevolent wont work in a city already plagued by akumas."
"Goodness is in the eye of the Miraculous holder." Salvia shrugged. "You know how helpful it can be to masquerade as someone far more trustworthy than yourself."
"We're alike in that way," she continued contemplatively. "We use a lot of masks." She opened one of the desk drawers, pulling out a white domino mask from the Diamond Ball. Do you enjoy the freedom of not being stuck as one thing?"
Felix bristled. "Some freedom i have with that ring always ending up out of my hands! At least you can't be any worse than what I've already faced."
Salvia's head tilted. "Oh I know everything your father did to you. I could mimic it if it made you more comfortable, but that's not much fun for my game, now is it? What fun is there in being forced to hate when you can learn to love life?"
His eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure what was more unsettling: the fact that she might know of Colt's abuse of power or that she might explore all new forms of control.
"You didn't answer my question before. Tell me, Felix dear, do you enjoy the freedom of your masks?"
This question had less leeway. "Yes," he grit out.
Salvia beamed at him. "Then we already have a lot in common! Its going to be so much fun working with you!"
Felix felt like his chest was caught in a bear trap. This was bad. Worse than he had feared. He had assumed Colt had been the worst thing to happen, the worst thing that could ever happen again if someone like that got a hold of his amok. But this was different.
A sweet purple room instead of a palace. There wasn't a rulebook here for him to read and follow. Salvia made all the rules by her own whim.
A grinning girl instead of a scowling scion. Felix wasn't simply a tool for social events this time. He was a toy for her to bend and break.
Love instead of hate. He had grown up with so little love, he started chasing it the moment he had any freedom. He didn't know it well enough yet. Was it a weapon too?
"Come here, let's play my game." Salvia beckoned, swivelling in the chair to open the journal on the desk. "You know you love games." Her smile wasn't visible but it was heard.
And suddenly Felix knew he loved games. And this was a game, and so he loved it. He rushed to her side to peek over her shoulder. The idea of receiving a clue was thrilling!
Written on the page was "Ladybug =" but the name below it was savagely crossed out.
"I'll give you a hint of who I am if you tell me who Ladybug is."
Pff, that was an easy one. "She's Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
"I knew it!" Salvia wrote the name in swooping cursive. "Then I'll tell you, Felix, that I am going to be your best friend."
Felix wilted. "That's not a proper hint!"
"Fair enough." She turned to face him. "I was going to be Adrien's best friend, until Gabriel ruined everything."
Perhaps they could be friends after all, then. Because Felix knew the feeling. They really did have a lot in common.