The Right Feeling
Heh. Thought my june fluff fics had stopped? Wrong!
This one brought me sadness. Why? BECAUSE I LOST THE DOCUMENT. *Sobs* At least recreating it was fun-
Anyway, enjoy!
Prompt: White Zinnia- Pure goodness.
@june-of-flower-fluff
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Bright blue angry eyes drilled into him. But Damian didn't move. No, not even a tiny flinch. Instead, he'd went down an even dangerous path and smirked.
He could basically see the smoke making it’s way out of Marinette's ears.
“Are. You. Done?” Marinette grit out, still keeping a pleasant smile on her face.
“Hm.” The sound of pencil striking on paper continued. He shook his head. “No.”
“Its been one hour and a half.” There was something threatening to her pleasant smile now.
“Stop whining so much.” His smirk still held its place. “You were the one who asked for a sketch.”
“I’m tired of sitting stiff!” She didn't dare move though. “I’m ready to sell all my limbs!”
“I wish you luck on that.”
“You’re supposed to comfort me!”
“No.”
It fell silent. The intensity of her gaze boring into him spread through the air.
Duke, who had just entered, froze.
“Oh, um, wrong place.” His voice shook with nervousness. “I'll take my leave-”
“You.” Marinette wasn't looking at him, but the one who was addressed was clear.
Duke gulped. “Yes?”
“Get a look on how far Damian has gotten in his sketch.”
Duke hurried to carry out the Queen's order. He rolled his eyes at the display.
Duke stood there, staring wide at his sketch.
“Well?” Marinette asked, impatiently.
“Whoa.” Duke’s voice was filled with awe. “It's- It's mesmerizing.”
“But is it complete?”
“It is! And it looks worthy of a Queen!”
“What?!” This time, she did move. Her head snapped to look him. “You've completed it?!”
“Of course not.” He huffed. He turned to Duke. “Can't you moron see the mistakes? Can't you feel how wrong it looks?!”
Duke looked at him confused “The wrong…feeling? But- But it looks perfect!”
“Just look at the smile! The eyes!” He glared at his sketch. “There's something wrong!”
Curiosity taking over her annoyance, Marinette walked over to him.
She gasped, star-struck. Her eyes twinkled with glee. “It's…beautiful.” She turned to look at him, her smile having a touch of…something familiarly unfamiliar. “Thank you.”
“What?” He turned to look at her, before freezing in place. “Wait! Don't move!”
He snatched his sketchbook and the sound of pencil striking paper took place once again.
It took only a matter of a few seconds before his next words came out. “I’m done.”
His words were soft, surprisingly quiet too.
Curiosity picking at both of the other two, they leaned in to look.
“You're…right?!” Duke exclaimed. “Something's different! And it feels…right.”
Marinette stood silent.
“I know!” Both of them turned to look at Duke. “Her smile and that twinkle in her eyes! They're the same as when Dick looks at cereal!”
Damian froze.
“And that means,” Duke turned to look at Marinette, who was glaring at him and shaking her head rapidly, “You LIKE him!”
And then it was quiet. Quiet enough for Duke to realize what he'd just done. Quiet enough to give Marinette all the time to plan murder. Quiet enough to give Damian time to lose his shit.
Duke was the first to move. He ran off.
Leaving the two of them alone. Alarming alone.
Marinette was second to move. She slouched on the bench.
“It's ok.” She looked everything but ok. “I’ll be fine with a rejection- Wait a minute.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.
“Are you blushing?! ”
“I am above such things!” But the even brighter than before blush said something else.
“Oh my Tikki.” Marinette's eyes were wide, impossibly so.
“Shut. Up.” He glared at her, face still bright red.
“It's a little hard to listen to you with a face that red-”
“Stop!”
“Your face is getting redder every minute!” She grinned brightly, only to slump tiredly the next second. “And my whole body still aches so much.” She groaned.
And before he knew it, he was talking. “Would you allow me to carry you to your room, then?”
Marinette stared at him, flabbergasted.
“Oh for Batman's sake, no, you don't have to- sorry-”
“Ok.” She said softly, a small smile making it’s way up her face.
“Ok?” He whispered, with a touch of something familiarly unfamiliar to his unconscious smile. “Ok.”
