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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β ThatΒ makesΒ oneΒ ofΒ us,Β thenΒ β¦Β Β βΒ πππππ'πΒ ππππΒ ππΒ ππππΒ ππππΒ πΒ ππππππΒ ππππππ ππ.Β SheΒ isn'tΒ usuallyΒ soΒ self-deprecating,Β butΒ atΒ thisΒ pointΒ sheΒ can'tΒ getΒ muchΒ lower.Β ItΒ wasΒ onlyΒ byΒ anΒ embarrassingΒ amountΒ ofΒ beggingΒ thatΒ herΒ papaΒ hadn'tΒ shippedΒ herΒ andΒ herΒ motherΒ offΒ toΒ LondonΒ inΒ theΒ endΒ βΒ thoughΒ MamanΒ hadΒ left;Β asΒ sheΒ alwaysΒ didΒ whenΒ thingsΒ didn'tΒ goΒ herΒ wayΒ andΒ onlyΒ returningΒ whenΒ itΒ suitedΒ her.Β ItΒ tookΒ aΒ longΒ time,Β butΒ ChloeΒ realisesΒ nowΒ thatΒ she'llΒ neverΒ getΒ herΒ mother'sΒ approval,Β orΒ beΒ herΒ perfectΒ carbonΒ copy.Β AndΒ forΒ theΒ firstΒ time,Β ChloΓ©'sΒ okayΒ withΒ that.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Chloé carefullyΒ cupsΒ herΒ handsΒ aroundΒ theΒ kwamiΒ asΒ sheΒ flitsΒ closer.Β ItΒ feelsΒ goodΒ βΒ warm,Β evenΒ βΒ toΒ knowΒ thatΒ PollenΒ believesΒ inΒ her.Β EvenΒ ifΒ sheΒ doesn'tΒ quiteΒ believeΒ inΒ herselfΒ yet.Β βΒ Β You'reΒ myΒ onlyΒ friendΒ now,Β Pollen.Β I...Β IΒ needΒ yourΒ help.Β Β β
β β My Queen ... β Pollen's voice, normally as robust as anyone's worthy of her power, is soft. She presses her hands together - only hesitating for a moment before hovering closer. No matter what has transpired, what has befallen Paris, Pollen can feel it : that honey-warm glow that drenches the connection between kwami and holder.
β I would never hate you ! I have only ever been proud to fight alongside you. I believe - I know that we can accomplish something good, still. Together ! β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Ugh,Β IΒ knowΒ you'reΒ tryingΒ toΒ help,Β butΒ βΒ youΒ clearlyΒ didn'tΒ getΒ theΒ memo,Β Ladybug.Β AllΒ IΒ makeΒ areΒ mistakes!Β NoΒ oneΒ isΒ everΒ goingΒ toΒ giveΒ meΒ aΒ chanceΒ now.Β NotΒ Sabrina,Β notΒ Adrien,Β notΒ anyone.Β Β β
Β β You don't need to pretend that perfection is your friend. Love your flaws and live for your mistakes. β β« + β‘
open to mutuals. β³ people i don't like.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β ToΒ theΒ peopleΒ IΒ don'tΒ likeΒ βΒ you'reΒ tryingΒ tooΒ hard!Β Β β
open to mutuals. β³ queen bee.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β ββΒ YouΒ canΒ callΒ meΒ honeyΒ β¦Β butΒ IΒ justΒ mightΒ sting.Β Β β
open to mutuals. β³ castles crumbling.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β They'reΒ screamingΒ thatΒ theyΒ hateΒ me.Β IΒ neverΒ wantedΒ youΒ toΒ βΒ hateΒ me.Β Β β
β Β ββπππππππππ πππππππ : Β marinetteΒ ( @yinbug ) .
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β Excusez-moi?Β DidΒ youΒ haveΒ aΒ traumaticΒ brainΒ injuryΒ inΒ theΒ lastΒ fewΒ daysΒ orΒ didΒ IΒ justΒ hearΒ correctlyΒ thatΒ youΒ liedΒ toΒ AdrienΒ aboutΒ hisΒ father?!Β Β β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ππΒ πππΒ ππππΒ πππππΜΒ ππΒ πππππΒ πππππΒ ππΒ πππΒ ππππππππππππππΒ ππ Β πππΒ πππππππ.Β SheΒ canΒ feelΒ herΒ oldΒ selfΒ returningΒ βΒ nasty,Β venomousΒ wordsΒ onΒ theΒ tipΒ ofΒ herΒ tongueΒ βΒ threateningΒ toΒ returnΒ Chloé toΒ groundΒ zeroΒ inΒ herΒ redemptionΒ progress.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β WhatΒ wereΒ youΒ thinking,Β Marinette?!Β Β β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ItΒ takesΒ tremendousΒ effortΒ notΒ toΒ immediatelyΒ revertΒ toΒ callingΒ MarinetteΒ byΒ theΒ old,Β crudeΒ monikerΒ ofΒ 'Marinella'Β inΒ herΒ ire,Β butΒ sheΒ isΒ justΒ soΒ ridiculouslyΒ upset.Β AtΒ MarinetteΒ forΒ lyingΒ toΒ him.Β AtΒ KagamiΒ forΒ herΒ complicitΒ silence.Β AtΒ HawkβΒ M.Β AgresteβforΒ startingΒ itΒ all.Β EvenΒ NathalieΒ knowsΒ theΒ truth. TheyΒ mayΒ beΒ okayΒ toΒ keepΒ AdrienΒ inΒ theΒ dark,Β butΒ Chloé can't.Β SheΒ won't.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β βΒ Β YouΒ haveΒ toΒ tellΒ him.Β HeΒ deservesΒ toΒ knowΒ theΒ truth!Β Β β
open to mutuals.
βΒ Β Yes,Β IΒ haveΒ arrived.Β PleaseΒ βΒ don'tΒ holdΒ yourΒ applause.Β β
β Β ββπππππππππ πππππππ : Β adrienΒ ( @yangnoirΒ ) . Β
πππ ππππππ πππ π πππππ'π ππππππ πππππππ ππ, the more Chloe's eyes began to glaze over. Every part of her wanted to scream, to order him to stop and let it end already so she could do better things with her time. She hated being stuck here, wearing an itchy dress her mother forced her into, putting on a nice faΓ§ade for the public so Papa would get the support he needed.
Enduring this campaign event was her own personal torture; but, at least she knew one face here. She glanced across the room to where he stood and could glean from his posture that he felt as bored and unnecessary as she looked. Without a word, Chloe bee-lined through the crowd and stopped by Adrien's side, arms folded.
β This is ridiculous. It feels like he's been talking for hours! β she hissed, just audible enough for Adrien to hear without disturbing those around them actually listening to her father's awful, droning speech.
β Β ββπππππππππ πππππππ : Β marinetteΒ ( @yinbugΒ ) . Β
β Ugh! Watch where you're going, Dupain-Cheng! Do you have any idea how much this sweater cost?! β πππππ πππ π πππππ, manicured hands balled into fists at her side.
Her mood was already soured prior to running into Marinette. It wasn't even the humiliation of her defeat as Miracle Queen that had set her off; no, it was the notion that Ladybug was never going to give her the bee Miraculous again. The notion that Ladybug, someone she had admired and been a fan of, didn't trust her with it. Quite literally running into Marinette Dupain-Cheng just hours after the battle, was simply a stroke of bad luck. Marinette, with her ridiculously clumsy ways and downright embarrassing lack of conversation skills β and yet everyone in their class seemed to adore her. It didn't make any sense!
β Actually, don't answer that. Your opinion is as irrelevant as your fashion sense is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! β
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