Like her bluebell eyes

Its all a joke until its not

Simulacrum
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" you gonna start asking"

A Hum met my inquiry

"Okkkkkkkkk"

She paused

" why did you get akumatized"

Keeping my voice level I told her "because I realised that Lilas a dirty lying rat , and also this scarf is way too nice to be made be my father"

She erupted into asthmatic giggles "yeah right "

She looked down at her bare feet . Her fringe bobbed as she ducked back up a macaroon held in her pale fingers , a satisfied smile on her face.

I never realised how beautiful she was , I mean I had but not like this with the raw moonlight highlighting her sharp cheekbones and deep, bluebelle eyes that sparkled with a forgotten excitement , but it was dull, as if she was somewhere else in her mind .

Eventually he settled on that it was like gold in prosperos eyes.

"Ummm Ad-simulacrum are you ok"

I snapped back to reality and the dusty playfulness on her smile and eyes.

Jokingly she asked "where are these macaroons from"

"I think you know that"

"your right they taste a bit like that cafe down the street, melody treats I think it was"

"Actually they are yours "

"Really,
I never would have guessed" she placed a splayed hand on her chest an expression of fake surprise .

She reached for an icecream cone small traces of strawberry sauce dripping down the side. She took a lick of it sweeping up the excess toppings.

"Ummm"
"Why do you call me Princess"

"Because you are a Princess"

" fair enough"
Another not-quite-real smile graced her lips

Her tongue swiped a few more licks at the vanilla while she decided on a question "how about, can you sew"

"No absolutely not"
"My father attempted to teach me , it turned out hideous and he yelled No SOn oF MINe , tHiS IS A FashIOn AtROicItY" I was silent for a while before letting a chuckle escape through the gaping whole of my mask.

She soon joined in as if the small laugh had been permission to giggle.

A few more licks scoured her icecream as she thought over the fifth question "how did you figure out about the scarf"

I unwrapped it from my neck and showed her the signature
"Oh"
Was all she said
"Honestly I'm glad you made it"
Honestly I'm glad you know"

"W-why didn't you tell me"

Marinette sighed before answering

"Because you looked so happy when you thought it came from your father, if I had given it to you it wouldn't have been the same ,would it? It was your birthday I wouldn't. Couldn't do that to you"

I swivelled round to face her , the truth in her eyes was all to much.
Suddenly that piece of rock was very interesting.

"Next" she trilled

"So that's my fifth one , this next one has to be big"

Her features twisted as if deciding which expression to put on, eventually she settled on a shaky smile.

Tension exploded in the air , more alien silence encased the world, she took a trembling breath and asked

" w-why are you here with me" another fragile breath was drawn

"And not searching for the miraculous?"

I decided to tease her about it asking for a more pacific question "because I don't want to princess" Mockingly I held up a both hands and closed 6 latex covered finger.

Marinette
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Inside I was relived that the pressure had dissolved but immensely annoyed with his childish answers. And I had wasted a question.

"Ok why isn't Hawkmoth demanding the miraculous"

A serious air descended , I shivered, his mask was still stark , no emotion what so ever .

And then the tension disappeared like a magician waving his plastic wand to reveal that the coin is now behind your ear.

His usually nonchalant mask twisted in a sick masquerade of a smirk

"Oh didn't you hear...

He's dead"