All is fair in Love and War

Encounter

I DON'T OWN MIRACULOUS ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THOMAS ASTRUC

Warning:

"Alright, Mari , you got this! It's just a little... library inventorying. Totally normal. Very normal stuff for a spy."

She stepped off into the room onto the marble floor and hesitated, wrinkling her nose. Full of dust and cobwebs and spiders and secrets, the room had not been touched in months, but Marinette still felt like a trespasser.

This place and everything in it had belonged to the King and his family and though it made her skin crawl, that he was still living and kicking.

Which meant it was her job to sort through the things that had been left behind for... anything of interest.

Anything useful.

With one fingertip, Marinette drew a pale crimson rune in the air. She'd need a little help.

A small wisp spun around her as a smile made its way to Marinette's face. The wisp gains form and solidifies.

"Well hello, Tikki"

As she nuzzled her finger on the kwami.

While yes she should be more serious with the fact that this small bug-mouse creature can obliterate her and is sort of a god only used in battle.

Marinette can't help but be assured

"What can I help you with, My Chosen?"

Marinette spoke with a gentle smile

"It's nothing, I just want someone with me."

The kwami stares at her owner before beaming as sh floats to Marinette's neck and rest between it and her collar.

"Well, My Chosen, if accompanying you is what you desire then I will comply!"

Marinette nods at the kwami and makes her way around the shelves while holding a lantern and onwards, charging into darkness.

_ _ _ _ _ _

Have you ever experienced a time when you are looking for something in your room or you have to clean your room. And while cleaning you find stuff that brings nostalgia or is still useful to you but not the object you are searching for.

Yep, That's what Marinette Dupain Cheng is feeling.

While some of these books are interesting, Marinette has a job to do. And with the ache in her forearms and clavicle of carrying stacks of books that surpass her head.

Walking to another aisle then spots a table and chairs nearby and dumps the stack on the table. She places the candle at the front and takes the first one on top and starts skimming.

Tikki was secured on her collarbone nuzzles her neck while the light from the wax candle illuminates an orange glow while her silhouette is softened in the background.

Until a sharp pain stabs her at her heart.

She falls on the ground and spasms, her kwami floats above her and what she says is inaudible as her ears burn. Taking in labored breaths as she clutches her chest as her breathing is constricted and the pressure hits her in all directions. The burning sensations travel up her neck and jaw and nose.

It lasts for a few minutes, getting worse with activity until...

It abruptly stops.

She breathes again and holds the tears from prickling.

Compose yourself

Her eyes are glazed and all sound that was blocked comes back. The small crackles of he candles and Tikki's voice, all traveling to her ears.