sorry i had this idea before valentines and then i got too lazy to finish it anyways i think adrien runs the chat noir acc and not his actual one so he gets rlly defensive when anyone compares them!!
Day 2: London · Tokyo · Paris
Day 25: Tower · Balcony · Window
I've been wanting to write about Feligami from Amelie's perspective for a while now (her initial incomprehension at her baby's sudden interest in romance, her fears that he might be hurt like she was, and the fondness she eventually develops for Kagami) but alas the fic wasn't fic-ing. 🥺 Have a contrapuntal poem instead, because why not? 💜🦚❤️🐉
(The pictures on the left and right can be found on Canva; the one in the middle is a photo I took of the sunset iiin... Dublin. Oopsie. LET'S PRETEND WE'RE STILL ON THEME)
AO3 version here and alt text below! 🪶
Tokyo
My heart is worn // out; // still, I hold onto hope
that I can fly.
Paris
On // the window, // a promise:
I will be better!
London
My sleeves — // I jump to hide // the evidence.
(Will you, too?)
All
My heart is worn // on // my sleeves;
out the window I jump — // to hide.
Still, I hold onto hope, // a promise, // the evidence
that I can fly. // I will be better! // (Will you, too?)
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.