#day 047

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Driver Every Day 2020 - 047//366 ∟ Day 047 - Daniel  A b t

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disclosure (5a// ladynoir)

aaaand we’re back.

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The next morning, Adrien nearly transforms in his pajamas before he remembers that he will be meeting up with Ladybug right after their morning patrol, and that he won’t have time to change.

“Sorry for being late,” he apologizes when he finally vaults up to the roof where Ladybug waits. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came early,” Ladybug tells him, stretching her arms upward. “Long night?”

“Something like that.” He helps her to her feet. “What kept you up?”

“I have a date with Adrien Agreste.” She freezes, then cautiously peeks at him through her bangs. “Did I… tell you?”

She hadn’t, he realizes suddenly, even though they’ve seen each other since she had swung through his window. He doesn’t know how to feel about this. “I… I’m not surprised,” he says carefully, because that much is true.

Ladybug winces. “I’m really sorry,” she says, staring at their joined hands. “It kind of… slipped my mind.”

“Been busy, have you?” he chuckles wryly, releasing her hand. “Don’t worry, my Lady. I found out through Marinette, actually. Anyway, it’s just a date, isn’t it?”

Ladybug looks up at him, her eyes wide. “Well, yes, but— we’re dating. Me and Adrien.”

Oh. What? “What?” he asks dumbly.

“I’m really sorry,” Ladybug repeats. “I can’t believe I just— I promise I didn’t hide it, I swear I just forgot—”

Had she asked him on a date or to actually date? He can’t remember. At least he’s finding out now, rather than in two hours. “No, it's— it’s okay.” He smiles a shaky smile. “Because you still love me, don’t you, my Lady?”

Ladybug smiles back. Relieved? “Of course I do. You’re my precious Cat Noir.” She reaches for her yo-yo. “Shall we?”

“If that’s the last bit of mews you have to soak me with… absolutely, my love.”

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lost things

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Day 047: Ten

Ten. I turned and ran, as fast as I could push my legs. They burned as I struggled my way through the brush, branches scratching my face in passing. 

Nine. My heart was pounding against my rib cage. Adrenaline pumping through my body and ringing in my ears.

Eight. My breath was laboured as I continued to try and find my way through the thick brush.

Seven. The rain was heavy and hindered my vision. I couldn’t see a possible exit. I had to keep moving, I can’t stop now.

Six. It felt like their eyes were always on me, watching me, tracking me. A chill ran through my spine. They knew where I was.

Five. I swore they were behind me, like they were breathing down my neck. I chanced a look behind me.

Four. I saw nothing before my foot caught a root and I fell. My heart stopped. 

Three. I tried to push myself off the ground but fell back into the mud.

Two. Hide, that’s all I could do. 

One. Howls cut through the air. Cracking branches signaled their approach. I scrambled behind a tree as the noises grew louder. 

Found you.

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project 365 : storytelling : day 047

Eeeny meeny miney mo,

Catch a story by its toe,

If words sing out, do let me know,

Eeeny meeny miney mo.

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Library has my stories,

Library has my books,

Library has my summer days,

Of adventures, gold, and crooks.

  The stories are so varied;

They can open up the world,

To anyone who looks in them

And finds hair or toes curled.

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Fairy tale, fairy tale, about the magic fish,

How many lost dream's things did you wish?

Not because you've struggled,

Not because you've tried.

Just because you wished, prayed, dreamed,

And held a hopeful heart safe inside.

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project 365 : storytelling : day 047