#hamsterlovingladybug

[writemeendlesssongs]

@hamsterlovingladybug purred for a starter!

“Sorry I’m late for the patrol, My Lady. I got held up.” He wasn’t going to explain in too much detail why, that’d be giving his identity to her, he wouldn’t want that. “I hope you didn’t worry too much about me.” Probably not, he assumed.

[fatedchosen]

@hamsterlovingladybug

The echo of a vicious battle erupted in the city of Light and Love, disrupting the natural flow of the people hurrying to complete their tasks (both native and those tourists who had come to visit from their respective lands to pay homage to the beauty, to the glory, to the — insanity?!). Many retreated into venues that were closest to the point of impact, hiding to the best of their ability from what they presumed to be the use of magics. Was such an art form possible? To manipulate the elements of their world in a way to wield for selfish desire, surely it only a dream? And yet, it was harder to ignore when it transpired before their eyes. Whatever safe haven they imagined was a flimsy comfort, it could be taken from them in the blink of an eye. It was why many hunkered down, out of sight, out of mind!

They were only lucky the “heroes” to come were on their side, choosing to use their own abilities to combat those that meant them great harm! They removed themselves from the line of fire not only to protect themselves, but to improve the chances they would not eventually be used as an obstacle to overcome, endangering the lives of their protectors!

It was growing more difficult to combat Hawk Moth’s attempts to gain what they had. He knew well their abilities, what they were capable of achieving with nothing, and thus, he aimed to take pawns to use that would challenge them, threatening to break them if only one false move was made.

Maybe he just didn’t know how the Lady and he operated? It was doubtful, as observant as he showed himself to be, as desperate to gain the miraculous pieces they possessed. Still, it could not be ignored the negligent idea that they would not combine their efforts into one hard blow to end the struggle if it required such sacrifice.

Their struggles would only progressively grow more intense. They could only take the challenges as they came to them, all while juggling another life, normal in the loosest sense of the word. They would never be completely as they were before. There was no going back to where they were before the start of it all.

Hawk Moths current plan was a devious one. How far could he push the duo? Would they go after their enemy before they escaped, or would they turn to rescue their ailing partner? Unfortunately, the environment did not always endure what harsh treatment it was rendered and while it was possible to heal it with the aid of the Lady, it, at times, rebelled against their will. The ground fractured under the feet of Chat Noir after one of the enemies attacks went rogue, opening to swallow him up far down into the networks of tunnels below.

Chat was very good at what he practiced, finding Bad Luck wherever he went! No one could say he failed to embrace his truest nature! He was slick and flexible, able to recover on a whim…… usually when there wasn’t a slippery surface available to use at his discretion. He hit the bottom hard, crumbling against his side, mercifully avoiding a shower of rocks that threatened to crush him where he lay. …. well, maybe he wasn’t so pronounced in the art of Bad Luck yet. He would not be a true wielder until that rock crushed him, right? Right?

If there could be humor to be found in the situation, his brain could not comprehend it, his senses fuzzy and deluded. He might have been knocked out briefly, where images of — well, none wanted to take a closer look at the thoughts in his head, even he didn’t want to know sometimes what lurked just out of sight, lightly grazing the surface. He could not remember when the Lady showed, only that she was suddenly there, helping herself to a plummet down into the depths of…. wherever it was he haphazardly landed.

He coughed, inhaling dust and debris, quite disagreeable with what his lungs were willing to accept. His shoulder was killing him, his arm numb, blood dribbling down his chin. From what source, he couldn’t tell. It didn’t much matter, not at the immediate moment, not when he cracked open his eyes and saw…. HER hovering there.

He looked confused a moment, recognitions failure to pass across his face. Oh, what a Shakespearean tragedy it must be, two criss-crossed lovers deep connection snuffed out before it could catch wind and take off! “Ah…” Came the breathless sigh, a goofy smile tugging at a corner of his mouth. “Do mine eyes deceive me? An angel of such benevolent light, here to stand before me? Rarely am I granted such pleasure, to present this truth I might treasure, a divine beauty, of love and duty—!“ He winced, hissing in a breath, trying hard to ignore, to put on a smile so she didn’t worry.