Do you think Chat Blanc ever had “Chat Noir” thoughts during his meanderings on the Montparnasse Tower? Like, when he sheds a tear and asks Ladybug to save him, before going full Akuma on her, wasn’t that him? Because that existential question hit me like a truck earlier.
I think if he did, it was primarily at night, because, after all, la nuit, tous les chats sont gris (at night, all cats are grey). Maybe he’d write to Marinette/LB in those moments?...
Anyway, have a drabble based on today’s prompt for @blancweek (Moon)
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Day 59
Dear Marinette,
The Moon looks pretty, tonight. Odd, pretty (pretty odd? I think something happened to it), but still pretty.
Pretty, like you. I wish you could see it, too.
Where are you, my Lady? I’ve been waiting here for so long. Everything is so bright during the day, it prevents me from thinking properly. Everything is so lonely during the night, it prevents me from sleeping soundly. I can’t shake a thought away. Something about needing your earrings... And maybe the world would return to normal.
Maybe we could be happy, this time.
(It’s foolish, I know.)