Basorexia Ladynoir pt. 2 pls :)
It is the suddenness of the moment that scares him, makes his heart beat fast and his tongue tied. It’s not the first time either when his eyes drift away from her and fall to gaze at her lips. Pretty and perfect, rounding out to a smile made of starlight and Adrien–Adrien–
“Adrien?” Marinette questions. “Are you even listening to me?”
(no)
“Uh, y-yeah….?”
She rolls her eyes, bluer than the sky and smiles wide. “Sure, of course, you were.”
He swallows, his mouth dry and heart full. He never knew perfection could exist in a girl so small, but who shines so brightly and–
(he takes a step forward, leaning closer)
Marinette stills and he can see the freckles in her eyes, the way icy blue mingles with the sky. She gingerly touches his arm and a jolt goes straight to his heart, giving him wings and he can
fly.
Like he does with Ladybug.
(he doesn’t realize this, but he’s leaned in even further, his mouth just inches from hers and Marinette is positive she’s died and gone to heaven. she stands on her tip toes, her fingers curling around his shirt.)
Like with Ladybug, who he loves and cherishes and loves and loves and loves and kissed her once without remembering and has dreamed of her since he met her, has loved her because of destiny.
Adrien loves Ladybug, he repeats to himself. A mantra, a saying, something that is as easy as breathing and yet
(why does it feel like he can’t breathe? like there is a lie in the truth and a truth in the lie?)
Adrien jerks away, automatically running a hand through his hair and glances away. The distance between them leaves him feeling cold. “I–I’m sorry, Marinette. I don’t know what got over me.”
He ignores the way her smile wobbles as her arms cross her chest and fingers drum an irregular beat. “Yeah, no. It’s fine,” she says. “You…you okay?”
(he feels so cold. so, so, so cold.)
(she feels even colder.)
Lead drops into his stomach as looks at her, careful to gaze over her shoulder instead of her face. “Yep. Just…yeah. Thanks for being a good friend.”
Marinette smiles tight and nods her head. “Yeah, of course, any…time.”
(the distance stretches miles between them, a moment that tries to come back, but doesn’t. can’t, can’t, can’t when Adrien loves Ladybug.)
if only he knew the whole truth.
if only, if only