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@coccinnette liked for a Chat Blanc starter.

Icy blue eyes frantically scanned the landscape below him as he remained perched on top of a piece of rubble from a fallen building. It had been... surprising that his Lady had returned to him. The last he had seen her, she had been turned into a statue. I̴t̵ ̷w̶a̴s̵ ̶a̶l̸l̷ ̶h̶i̷s̸ ̵f̸a̶u̷l̸t̶.̶ ̷H̶e̵ ̷h̷a̸d̸ ̷h̵u̷r̸t̷ ̶h̶e̸r̵.̴

And now he had scared her off, and she had ran away from him. He didn’t understand. Didn’t she love him? Didn’t she trust him? W̸e̸r̶e̴n̷'̶t̵ ̶t̷h̵e̸y̷ ̸p̸a̸r̵t̸n̷e̷r̵s̷?̸ Didn’t she understand that unifying their Miraculous was the only way to bring things back to normal? So why was she refusing to help him? D̶i̸d̸ ̷s̴h̴e̶ ̵w̶a̶n̵t̸ ̸e̵v̸e̴r̶y̸o̴n̷e̵ ̵t̴o̴ ̶s̵u̵f̴f̶e̶r̵?̶

The two sides of his psyche were in a vicious battle of good and bad. Right and wrong. Noir vs Blanc. There were no winners in this fight, only losers. Both were suffering. Both were fighting for control and causing pain. Neither of them had a complete grasp of the situation, and everything was much too overwhelming and frustrating for the poor feline. He had tried to claw his ring off to end his suffering, but it was useless. He and Plagg were fused together by the Akuma, forcing an endless transformation that could not be lifted. Not even the little God could break free from its influence to comfort his Chosen when he needed him most.

And so this is what left them in their current situation. With Blanc having scared off Ladybug, and frustrating himself to tears because of it. He hadn’t meant to scare her away, but maybe he had come off too strong. He just wanted this suffering to end. He wanted everyone in Paris to be safe. He didn’t want his mistakes to be what caused the undoing of Paris -- least of all the world. He scratched the ground in frustration several times with his claws, then paced around on all fours before sitting down and pulling his knees to his chest. He placed his head in his hands and bunched his hair into his fists as his chest rose and fell quickly. Tears ran down his face, a pleading action of desperation. ❝ I’m so sorry... ❞ He said, more to himself than to her. He didn’t even know where she was. And while he was sure that in a few moments he would return to stalking her and hunting her down, there were moments when the old Chat Noir had made it obvious that he was still in there -- this was one of them.

#coccinnette #( 🐾┊ v: little kitty on a roof. )

relphonse

Welcome back! I hope you had a good time off ♡♡♡♡

coccinnette

(( meant to reply to this last night but... Welcome back! You were missed. I hope you had a good break. ))

Thank you!! <3 <3 <3 I was able to find some ~~clarity~~ *said in my Luka voice*. And my current short-term goals have changed. I’m excited and happy to be back!!

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Twin, how hot is Adrien on a scale of 1 to 1000. This is your final test!

1,000,000!!!!! Wait does that count? I know you said 1 to 1000 but I mean can we really restrict Adrien to a scale that ends in 1000 in rank of hotness?

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It was a beautiful night in Paris, the sky was full of stars and the air was cold. Most Parisians were in bed by this time, and one by one Chat watched as their lights turned off and their windows went dark. He silently jumped rooftop to rooftop, his green eyes carefully observing the vacant streets below for any signs of abnormal activity.

Nightly patrols had become a normal part of both his and Ladybug’s routine over the years, even if they had become harder to do together after Master Fu’s resignation. He knew his partner was busier now since she had become the Guardian, and he had no problems picking up the slack and taking on more solo-patrols.

So when he had heard Ladybug land behind him, he was a bit surprised at her appearance. He was pretty sure that they had both agreed on him patrolling alone tonight, but perhaps plans had changed on her end.

One of the feline ears atop his head swiveled to Ladybug’s direction before he turned to face her. He was perched atop the edge of the rooftop, squatting how he usually did when he was focusing on something. Though he wasn’t expecting to see her, she was still met with a genuine smile.

❝ Good evening, M’Lady. To what do I owe your company to? I thought it was my turn to patrol tonight. ❞

While he was incredibly happy to see his partner, which was reflected in his playful and flirtatious enunciation, he wanted to make sure that nothing was wrong before he got too excited about the possibility of patrolling together.

#( 🐾┊ v: i’m feline fine! )#coccinnette #(i hope this is okay!)

@coccinnette asked: ❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out [meme]

Snow wasn’t something new in Paris, in fact Luka loved snow a lot and liked the way it made the world look. But he’d never expected that while it had snowed a little in the morning while they were on their way to the studio, that it would turn into a snowstorm during the recording.

So when things went all dark all of a sudden in the middle of a song, Luka blinked and glanced around, a slight frown on his face. Carefully putting his guitar down next to where he stood, he began to make his way out of the recording room, using his hands to feel his way around.

“Marinette? Can you find your phone and try to light things up a little? I left mine out there with you somewhere too.”

#coccinnette #[ It is time to compose something new and let everyone hear it ] — Verses

🎁 (Some freshly baked gingerbread fudge and a pair of mittens she made herself perhaps?)

The winter holidays were honestly Adrien’s least favourite time of the year. Not because of the cold and snow, but mainly because while his own family situation was a mess, it was constantly thrown in his face how people were expected to have family dinners with pleasantries and presents and more importantly, love and warmth.

The last thing he’d expected was to be invited over to Marinette’s place, and even more so, to arrive there and find her greeting him with a smile on her lips and a gift in her hand. So unable to help himself, he smiled back at her and shifted a little nervously. “I uh ... ... thank you for the invite.” He muttered as he stepped inside, the smell of gingerbread welcoming him. “It smells wonderful here, ... have you been baking~?” He asked, a grin on his lips as he looked at her.

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