sweettalker: Faith, trust, and pixie dust. (o2 Bald Drew is my happy thought.)
Piper McLean ([personal profile] sweettalker) wrote in [community profile] chatpiper 2019-03-20 07:00 am (UTC)

[ This time she DOES manage a smile at that (biting back a flirt of her own- is he sure he'll WANT to take it back?), taking his hand, and then a deep breath. She closes her eyes as she slowly lets it back out, thinking about how it feels. Even through their suits his hand is warm and feels familiar, and if they weren't in front of a ton of cameras and crew right now she'd totally thread their fingers together. As it is this is already going to spark a bunch of rumors and maybe incite a new ship war. Who knows. People are weird.

But those weird people are the ones they need to protect now, so...

Sitting at the top of the Eiffel Tower... Rowing a boat together in the middle of a snow shower... First kiss under the mistletoe... Adrien coming to look for her after her dad told her he was leaving town...

He was the first person in their class to reach out, to try to get to know the real her, and to encourage her to let the others do the same. He didn't have to do that, he didn't owe her anything. She'd made a loner of herself willingly, but he went out of his way to make sure she was alright, and that's the reason she's standing here now, holding his hand, about to do something seriously miraculous.

Adrien Agreste has turned her into such a damned sap, and she loves him for it. ]


Okay...

[ Finally, she opens her eyes again and looks a lot more collected than before. ]

I'm ready.

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