a bed of rose Ch 1: A Single Red Rose
Rose couldn’t stop herself from drawing near the window when she saw movement on the roofs. She was about tonight. On the prowl, as always. Growltiger’s younger sister, Jinx, a cat to shy to be in the light, too overwhelmed to be deep in the fights. So loved and preferred the dark nights, hidden from sight, allowed to observe and move at ease, safely in the shadows.
Where Ladybug and Growltiger were the dynamic duo, standing in the light, unafraid of the terror of akumas; Jinx was a mystery and so rarely seen.
As awed as Rose was of Ladybug, of how much she admired the spotted her and what she stood for; there was no denying the wonder and curiosity she felt at the sight of Jinx. She wanted to know more of the cat hero, wanted to see her for once. But the best she could see was a shadow on the roofs and the flash of a copper red eye.
Rose slipped out onto her balcony, leaning on the railing as she watched, the world fading away as she stared upon the mysterious Jinx, the cat hero coming to a stop, looking towards the Eiffel Tower.
Rose wondered what it was like up there, upon the roof, to see the world as Jinx saw it. Did the city glimmer and glow with the evening lights? Did it bring a sensation of wonder and tranquility to her? Was she truly at peace during the night, racing the roofs by herself? Did she ever get lonely, patrolling the streets by herself at night? Did her brother ever join her? Could he join her? Did Ladybug ever join her? Did they get along?
Rose sighed, wishing she had a power to get up there too, to join Jinx, give her company and get to know the curious cat. She always looked lonely to Rose, like she needed company.
Rose blinked when Jinx stood up, and for a moment, the small blonde thought the cat hero was looking her way. Indeed she was as she gave the girl a small wave, one Rose eagerly returned. Her long hair, themed like a bushy cat’s tail, curled behind Jinx and she jumped away, out of sight. With a sad, wishful hum, Rose slipped back inside, ready to call it a night. With her back turned, she didn’t see the copper eyes that peeked up at her through the railing, or the little red rose that was left on her balcony table.
A sweet gift to discover by morning.
