30:) because I'm a basic bitch. Chlonette or Love square
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30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf; chlonette
Thick winter air blankets them with frosty chills and quick sunsets. They cuddle close to each other, hand in hand, as rays fade into deep indigo, stars only powered by electricity remain.
Chloe has grown taller over the years, more slender, more sleek. But her heart has softened too, kinder than before as she walks Marinette home with their fingers interlinked.
Theirs is a journey that began as blistering as dawn’s fire to cooling as night’s moonbeams. They began as opposition, but like a solar eclipse, they crossed paths and never stopped looking back.
It took just a little understanding.
(Okay, a lot of understanding.)
Marinette’s house comes into view as they slow down, their footsteps soft echoes by her back door.
“Well, as you can see, I’ve been a good girlfriend and walked you home,” Chloe declares with pride.
She stands straighter, waiting for her expected praise.
Marinette rolls her eyes. “Chlo, I walk you home nine times out of ten.”
She huffs, pouting. “It’s not a contest, love.”
Marinette shakes her head but throws her arms around her girlfriend with affection. Chloe’s laughter rings in her ears as her perfume lulls her into a moment of familiarity. It’s mundane, it’s perfect, it’s–
“–I love you,” Marinette mumbles into her scarf.
She says it so easily, as if it is breathing, but in some regards, it is. Loving Chloe comes as naturally as breathing, as accepting that sun rises and sets, that her days are defined by moments Chloe’s presence and absence.
Marinette stills when realization catches up with meaning, her face turning bright red. She lets go awkwardly, her arms hanging at her side.
Chloe doesn’t seem to have heard her. “Marinette?”
She gulps, Chloe’s icy eyes freezing her where she stands. Her heart hammers in her chest, warm and loud against her ribs.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” she shouts.
She jumps up to her tiptoes and presses a quick kiss to Chloe’s mouth, not even leaving time for her to kiss her back. Just a quick kiss caught on words of concern before she swiftly turns away and slams the door.
Marinette leans against the door and slides down, forehead to her knees as she crouches in her family’s foyer. One breath, then two.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket and she sees that she has one new message from Chloe.
I love you too
Marinette is positive that she’s smiling brighter than the sun, her heart melting as she scrambles to open the door once again to chase after the girl who captured her heart.