Like her bluebell eyes

Spilled secrets

Simulacrum
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Her eyes widened until they were the size of baseballs.
The dim excitement extinguished.

"W-what" a hoarse croak interrupted her speech "how, who, why..

"Fire,My father,i hate him and before you ask , I'm pretty sure he was in the basement I didn't know we had"
She looked at me like I was crazy, I probably was.

"Hey at least your not the only mentally unstable teenager here"I sent her a wiry smile
She returned it with her own watery one that was almost a grimace.

"Um let's move one"she paused a skittish dull light spiralled in her eyes. "Are you still looking for the miraculous"

Without hesitation I replied "no, I don't care about them as long as they let me stay I don't give one"

"Soo.."
"They can stay hidden in the shadows , I might take them if they tried to stop me but I haven't got any big wish to destroy the world or anything so I'm good, I'm not into the life for life trades." I finished with an air of finality.

"Can I have my earrings back"
It was a strange question. I looked at her suspicion clouding the already tense air, she looked back at me with doe eyes that looked so innocent she could have killed someone in front of me and with blood splatters covering her face told me I had done it and I would have believed her. So with a heavy heart a reached carefully into one of my latex pockets and pulled them out.

I had only bought a few things with waning significance , more as a sentimental purpose for her . The earrings seemed to be one of those things.

I dropped them into her waiting palms only slightly reassured by the surly thump it gave as they landed. She clicked them in her ears and using her hands pushed some of her hair stands back over her shoulders

Feeling queasy with the stiffness in the area I decided the game was over , it was time for a new one.

Chloe
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I stood over the ceramic sink heaving out the sandwich I had for lunch. My breathing was quick and any attempts to calm them were futile. The mirror mocked my bedraggled appearance reflecting my red rimmed eyes and tear streaks smudging any effort to hide my prominent dark circles. After a few minutes she or me ( it was getting hard to tell the difference pulled out a tube of waxy concealer ,that in comparison to my own tanned skin that had turned a sickly yellow , was a hundred shades too light but as soon as applied it faded into the perfect colour. I took one last fleeting glance at the mirror before steeping out the door. I pulled up her barriers , loaded a small smile , clicked it all into place and stepped out into the battle zone.

And of course...

She was late

Marinette
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"How about we play truth or dare" he tilted his head at me and rubbed his neck in that Adrien way of his.

Unsure of what to do my pounding heart spoke for us "umm uh. BIGGESTSECRET"
He looked at me as if unmuddling  the waterfall of syllables that had just spilled out my mouth.

"Ok , but only if you tell me yours"

I could feel the newly restored Tikki pressing circles into my back and unspoken warnings running from her pursed lips

I reasoned with my brain, *he doesn't want the miraculous, he wants friends and family , people he can trust. It will BE FINE* a small wave of nausea washed over me at these words I'd told myself them to many times.

"You ok Princess"

Those three words undid my stomach, a tyrannical feeling of sickness flowed out of me and with it the icecream that was now dripping stealthy down my knuckles.

He didn't say anything , he snapped his fingers and his scarf slid from his neck and folded the bile drenched blanket and escorted it to the edge of the Eiffel Tower where the scarf simply dropped it over the edge.

I shoved my hands over my ears so I wouldn't hear the thud.

Unfazed by what had just happened he continued " I bet my secrets bigger than yours" he gave one of his weird twisted smirks . The nausea left me as soon as it had came a determination to beat him at this secret game outshining it by miles

" wanna bet pretty boy?"

" I'll give you uhhh, three macaroons if you beat me" he challenged

"Scardy cat m I bet you free croissants for a month" I countered

I leaned in closer "better get those Macaroons ready"

" you wish princess"

We were now inches apart noses brushing well mask brushing nose .

I felt another surge of feelings rise and pulled backwards a blush dusting my cheeks.
 
"Three"

"Two"

"One"

"IM LADYBUG"
IM CATNOIR"