Mayura had just gotten too weak- far too weak to hold up her own transformation, let alone fight, or even stand.
She had fallen right off the top of the Eiffel Tower, plummeting to the Earth, yet she didnāt even scream. Either she was just to weak, or she didnāt care.
He scooped her into his arms as they fell to the ground. He caught his staff in one of the beams to break their fall, and he held Nathalie close. Ladybug and Chat Noir were in close pursuit, but they stopped many feet away when they saw who Mayura was- and the scene playing out before them.Ā
Hawkmoth climbed back up onto the beam, cradling the woman as she coughed, weak and damaged.Ā
āHawkmothā¦ā she muttered, but he pressed a finger to her lips.Ā
āShh, Nathalie. Be still. Donāt talk- rest,ā
She shook her head and raised her hand to grasp his- all at a snailās pace.Ā
āNo, Hawkmothā¦I donāt think Iām going to make it this timeā¦ā her voice was barely a whisper as his eyes widened.Ā
āNo, donāt say that- youāre going to be alright, I just have to get you home. Youāll be okay.Ā
Nathalie smiled. She smiled at him with the same soft, loving look she always gave him.Ā
āYou donāt need to worry. This isnāt your fault- so long as you can be happy, itās all been worth it.ā She muttered. He shook his head.Ā
āHow can I be happy without you?āĀ
āYou can be. You can save herā¦ā Nathalieās voice kept getting softer. Hawkmoth ran a finger under her chin.
āYou mean every bit as much to me as she does,ā He said, almost surprising himself,Ā āI canāt do this aloneā¦āĀ
Nathalie could feel her lifeforce slowly slipping from her. She raised his hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles.Ā
āYouāll be okay. I promiseā¦ā her hand went limp and her head rested against his chest. Hawkmoth felt his heartrate pickup and his eyes went wide in panic.Ā
āNo- No! Nathalie? Nathalie listen to me- you canāt just- I canātā¦.ā he felt his stomach twisting up into knots and it felt like there was a rock lodged in his throat. He didnāt want to shake her, slap her, or any of those things people did when their loved one died in their arms. He found it disrespectful, and instead he brushed a strand of hair away from her beautiful face as he let out a sob, and with it came an uncontrollable flood of tears and emotion he would otherwise keep at bay. He buried his face between her neck and chest, trying to hide his face, muffle the sound- anything but openly cry in front of these two heros. But he also did this out of need- he wanted desperately to hear her heartbeat, the sound of her taking in a breath- anything that might indicate that she was alive. But all there was now was the now bittersweet sent of her perfume mingling with his tears. He felt someone put a hand on his shoulder and he felt anger bubbling up inside him. He turned and glared at Ladybug, whoās eyes were filled with grief and sorrow- she had no right. He spat at her to leave, she didnāt belong here- this wasnāt her loss. But still she stayed wordlessly in the background.Ā
He ripped the brooch off his shirt and threw it at her along with the peacock. So much pain and agony had come from those demonic little jewels. He had lost two people he loved more than anything in the world to them- if this is what they were going to do to the people he loved, he had to protect the last person he had- because he knew that if he didnāt, Adrien would soon be the next one holding that wretched miraculous.Ā
āTake them. Theyāve made my life Hell.ā he said flatly.Ā
He traced a hand along her gorgeous face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. If only he had come to his sense a little sooner, maybe, just maybe he could have saved her from it.Ā
But he had been an idiot. And now his last chance of happiness was gone for good.
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