The Beauty and her Bird (Unedited)

Ummm... Breakfast?

Sorry? I guess... Okay I apologise for taking too much time but we are back on track! Here I come with an update. This chapter may look very different from the others... Well cause you see... I have been reading a lot of books lately and the vocabulary may be kinda different than normal too. Have fun reading and comment and vote and stuff.
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The new redness in the comforting darkness had me squinting my eyes to go back to the darkness. I moved my hands to cover my face with the blanket, but a rough voice pulled me out from my struggles to go back to sleep. 

"It's time to open your eyes angel."

I groaned and rolled on my stomach in an attempt to brush the person away. But it seems like he didn't get the hint.

"I already let you sleep one extra hour. You need to get up." 

Realising nothing can be done right now, I feigned sleep as my last resort. I heard a sigh.

"I know you are awake, Madamoseil."   

I opened one eye to see a pair of emeralds looking back at me. I sat and opened my eyes fully. 

"Good morning to you too Robin. You know I'm not a morning person but you just have to disrupt my sleep don't you?"

A chuckle left his beak. I smiled. They say 'the first impression is the last impression.' But I can clearly feel my impression of him is changing. When I look into those green pools, I see pain and longing. He tries to look through but his eyes give everything away. I don't know why but I find myself enjoying his company. If someone had told me that I will enjoy his company when I came here, I would have bi**h-slapped them right there. 

"If I recall correctly, you were the one who was eager to wake up early, help me feed the birds?" His expression is almost the same but I can see amusement in his eyes, he knows he's winning.

"Fair enough." I touch the corner of my lip to feel some drool. I feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I jumped out of bed with a squeal. But my clumsy self can't do anything good. So instead of landing on my feet, I got tangled in the blanket and fell off the bed. I waited for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes.

And lo and behold. My secret crush hash friend saved me. Again. I felt my face heat up. This time I slowly removed the blankets, stood up and slowly walked towards the door to take a bath. All the while feeling his amused gaze on my back. I internally slapped myself for being so awkward. I hurriedly undressed and poured the cold water on my face to wake myself up. The red color slowly left my face. Thank God. 

I rubbed my ass. It would've hurt pretty bad if it weren't for him. Speaking of him….. 

How did he catch me again? With his wings? But he can't catch me with his wings? He couldn't have used his talons. They would have scratched my back, not to mention he was wearing shoes. Or was he? 

I scratched my head. And sighed. I untangled my hair and stepped away from the wet floor. I opened the door and entered my room. A dress was already sitting on the chair near the bed. It has become a tradition, well sort of. I left Robin choose the dresses I wear and he lets me make him some clothes. Pretty simple deal. It's not like I mind, I have to admit he has a pretty good taste. 

I put the dress on and wear the corset. I was dreading this part, like always. I mean, who made this thing? It's so suffocating. After I was fine I walked outside. The familiar hallway greeted me, I couldn't help but compare it to when I had just arrived. It still has some dust here and there but compared to when I arrived it's a big improvement. The pictures weren't even visible due to the amount of dust on them. 

I didn't even realise when I reached the dining table. Looking at the dishes, I saw that Robin had already prepared enough to feed five of me. I gazed at his emerald orbs as he caught my state but didn't look away. It was….. strange to say, everytime I look into his eyes, I feel this strange sensation in my stomach, just like when I was younger, with Adrien…. Alya had later told me that they are called butterflies and you only feel butterflies in your stomach when you look at someone you like. It's a symptom of having a 'crush'. 

I snorted at my fairy-tales. Robin raised a single eyebrow. 

How does he do that? I can't raise an eyebrow without the other one. What the hell? 

I tried to mimic him and he let out a raspy chuckle. Instead of a chuckle, it sounded like a chirrup. I couldn't hold myself, I burst out laughing. Soon I was in tears. I looked at him and noticed redness on his cheeks. 

"Are you bLuShInG?" He turned even more redder. I burst out into another guy of laughter. 

He huffed and crossed his wings around his waist, looking anywhere but her way. "I'M NOT BLUSHING MADAMOSEIL! YOU ARE CLEARLY MISTAKEN!" He tries his best to sound casual but unfortunately for him, his voice sounded alarmed, like a little child denying he didn't steal candy after getting caught red-handed. 

A goofy grin made its way to my face. And from the look on his face, it must be really creepy. My shoulders were shaking in an attempt to stop the laugh threatening to escape from my mouth. 

He suddenly turned her way, the whole aura of the room changed. His eyes note into hers with such intensity, that she froze into her place. All she could see were those green eyes, green and calm like newborn leaves. They feel comfortable silence, it should have been a comfortable silence. With each passing second, she felt heat rise in her body, starting from her neck and slowly climbing towards her face. She couldn't help it, the stare was too much, she wanted to melt into a puddle right then and there, but her body seemed to have a mind of-

"Marinette" the name rolled from his tongue so perfectly that she felt butterflies in her stomach at full force. Was her name always this beautiful? "Breathe." 

Concern was evident in his face. Huh? What did he say? Breathe? Am I- OOOHHHH! I'm not breathing. When did I hold my breath? He stood up from his seat and walked towards me, I felt myself craving his touch. I wanted to hug him…..

He touched my arm and said something, his beak moved, but I couldn't hear a thing, all I could think was how his beak felt under my hands. He leaned closer, concern evident in his eyes. I involuntarily opened my lips, and….. coughed. 

F*** Was I holding my BREATH? Whoa…. 

"Are you okay Angel?" 

"I- Um… yeah yeah." I noticed my head, in reality my brain felt like goo. Whatever was happening to me, I needed to get a grip, luckily, he dropped it.

"So I tried some desserts today. Since you were later than usual." Finally, I succeeded in treating my face off him and into the food. 

"Let's see how it tastes then." I smiled.