The Guild of the Forsaken

CHAPTER 25 - Wishes Are Dangerous Things

Michelle - Sir Chloe

September 16 th  2024 

SOMEWHERE OVER THE NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN 

Sleep avoids the restless as though they were a plague.  

Sleep avoids Marinette because of the visions that infest her mind.  

So when she finds it, or rather it discovers her, they let her sleep. When Marinette rests they all do. Often it ends in screams and hidden tears, but every moment spent in careful slumber is Gold-dust for the Court.  

Chloé sits comfortably on the plush chair, her legs are curled under her body with her feet clad in fluffy socks. Cradling her steaming cup of tea in her hands she observes Marinette as she sleeps on the chair or rather sofa opposite her.  

Smiling softly she absorbs how Marinette's features soften when she sleeps. Her face set in a content smile, for now at least. When she sleeps she looks younger, as though she was just another tired person in need of rest. Not someone who has witnessed the horrors she has.  

All to aware of the turmoil that must be occurring in Marinette's head Chloé relishes in the fact that she may be experiencing a small moment of peace. Sighing Chloé brings her tea to her lips and takes a gentle sip taking comfort in the way the warm liquid sends a soothing heat throughout her body.  

They had spent most of today packing, well Chloé   had, Marinette spent most of the day drinking. She was a state after seeing Damian, even more so after whatever happened with that Order member none of which she would fully disclose the details of.  

Hidden behind glasses of booze Marinette had once again tired to drown her sorrows. And perhaps it worked for a short while, but in the long run it did fuck all. Chloé knows that Marinette knows this. Yet she doesn't seem to care.  

As though she is hell bent on destroying herself.  

Maybe she already has, maybe this seemingly infinite mission is just a path to her own demise. 

Turning her soft gaze to the plane window she watches as they fly past the uniform clouds. Bittersweetly, she recalls that when she was a young girl she would sit on the roof of her father's hotel and stare at the clouds. Most often she was waiting for her mother to appear, always wondering if the next plane held her in it.  

It never did. Not unless coming home benefited her in some way.  

Nestling further into herself, Chloé reflects on their makeshift plan for when they land in Gotham.  

Gotham City.  

A distasteful expression overtakes Chloé's face as she thinks about the dark City. Only having been there once before she held no affection for the gloomy expanse of tall buildings. Yet it seemed that this was perhaps Marinette's plan all along. Especially since her and Max were the only ones who seemed mildly prepared for this trip.  

Apparently, there was a Miraculi located in Gotham City. Chloé's face sours once again as she recalls the reason for everything going to shit in the first place. She wishes that she could go back and stop them from ever being created.  

But wishes are dangerous things and Chloé has no intention of angering the Gods.  

To be perfectly honest she has no clue what Marinette wants with them all. None of them do. Perhaps the only person who would know would be Axel. But that was another problem entirely, especially since Nino remains worse for wear.  

At first, she had assumed that she wanted to collect them all to keep them safe, or perhaps stop them from falling into the wrong hands. The hands that trapped her before.