Miraculous : Eclipse

Between Truth and Lies

“ Behave, my son. “

The crystalline eyes of the woman roamed the face of the young child, tackling every rebellious little strand of hair on his head. Valentin's gaze is drawn to the snow outside, illuminating the entire room by reflecting the sun. The snowflakes on the windowsill sparkle like stars in broad daylight and the ice gradually eats away the glass.

His mother had dressed him in formal wear that made him look like a smaller and cuter version of a gentleman, it couldn't help but make her smile. But her lips faded into a more serious expression once again. 

“ … You know your uncle doesn't like troublemakers. “

The child nodded, it couldn't be said that he was usually that well behaved, on the contrary. His mother could no longer count the number of times she had to pick him up from school because he was expelled. He loved bickering with his classmates too much. Which had earned him many punishments.

But even in his young insolence he wouldn't dare to challenge his uncle.

2006, Moscow, Russia.

Valentin was 8 years old that day and as the tradition of his family wanted him to, he had to leave with his uncle to join the rest of his family in France.

A family he does not know, except for his uncle, who regularly returns to the country to see his sister. Valentin had already met him on several occasions, this tall man with black hair and frowning eyebrows.

It's 2 p.m. and the man arrives, he greets the little family before he and the mother leave to chat in the kitchen for more than half an hour. Minutes that seem to pass like years for the little one, who would like more than anything to stay in his country, with his mother, his friends ...

Unfortunately for him, the two already agreed.

The man stands in front of him, tall as he is, he doesn't bother to lower himself, his gaze is high and piercing.

“ You're gonna have to prove yourself, отпрыск. “

At that time, he didn't know what that meant yet.

***

The pain that ignites their handles takes them out of their daydreams, opening their eyes seems like an impossible task but they try anyway.

The room is plunged into darkness, they don't even know where the hours and days are at.

It has been about a week since, to their surprise, they were released from prison by France's two biggest losers. They didn't even know how or why they ended up in a seedy hotel room in Paris, strapped to a radiator.

Just when they began to think about gnawing at the handles with their teeth, the bedroom door swung open to let in a famous dark haired young man.

With a glance, Antony just checked to see if his prisoner was alive, not allowing himself the slightest gesture of compassion. He walked over to the window, opening it with the shutter to let in a stream of fresh air, expelling the smells that were starting to become unpleasant.

Ghost could see the sunset signifying the start of the evening.

Ghost: … Did you find your stupid book? ...

Antony's amber gaze rested on Ghost a little longer, enough to notice the pitiful state they were in, strapped to this heater all day.

He made an exception to his own rule and knelt in front of them, pulling out a key and unlocking their handcuffs. The action stifled a sigh of relief that Ghost couldn't help but let go, massaging their wounds with their cold hands.