Fellé Noire

Chapter Two: A Moonlit Balcony

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Fellé Noire leaped through the city; the buildings lit up down below her as she used her whip to swing through the skies.

It was nearing a beautiful night as a majestic sunset graced the sky; the color combinations of reds and oranges laced with blues and purples made her sigh in contentment.

Fellé landed on a rooftop, surveying the city for signs of trouble when her catlike eyes laid their sights on the window of her "Darling" who'd been feeling unwell since the Amok attack.

Believing that a knight in darkened pink leather should check up upon her Darling; she swings over to that very window and taps lightly on the glass. Fellé fought to suppress the giddy smile that tempted to bloom across her face as he entered her line of sight and pushed open the window.

"Why hello there Darling," Fellé grinned as she leaned towards him. "How're you feeling?"

"Hi, Fellé," The bags under his eyes, the genuine dizziness and drowsiness he radiated, and the presence of sniffling were a clear indication that he was probably sick. "Not great."

"Oh, yeah..." She darted her eyes downward. "I should probably go..."

"No it's fine, I could use some company." Fellé carefully made her way into his room, sliding through the windowsill.

"I appreciate you letting this lonely stray into your room Mon Chéri~" She smiled at him, laying herself on the floor and staring up at him with a joyful look in her sterling silver eyes.

"Happy to have you Chaton," He replied, peering down at her before struggling back up to his loft. Fellé sat up from the floor and hopped up to meet him, leaning on the ladder.

"Are you sure you're alright Mon Chéri? You seem in pain..." She tenderly reached out a hand, and he looked at her with a smile as he took her hand in his.

"I'm fine kitty; I'm completely capable of taking care of myself. Almost drowning could have done a lot worse than what it did. I'm safe and alive; I think that's all that matters right now."

"Indeed. Well, if you truly wish for this Cat's company. We need a movie. Preferably something without Superheroes, or Cats."

"Who said we should watch a movie?"

"It would take your mind off of everything, plus it's fun!"

Fellé finds the remote and looks at him. "Blankets. Pillows. Floor. Now." She said before leaping down onto the floor and sat in front of the TV.

Dylan made his way off of the ladder, but not before throwing a pillow at Fellé Noire's head. The two laughed as they sat on the floor next to each other with a blanket and multiple pillows.

"I'm pretty impressed with you, ya know? Most in your situation would've screamed hours before you did...you're pretty brave..."

"Eh, I'm not as cool as you think."

Fellé grabbed his hand, gently squeezing it. "You are. You're intelligent. Courageous. Not to mention Beautiful-" Her face flushed a pink color with her statement. "I mean- you're extraordinary. You have friends who love and appreciate you. Wish I'd had that..."

"What do you mean?"

"I had a- rough childhood to say the least. My parents loved me and still do! But they don't accept me as who I am."

"Fellé...I'm sorry..."

"Don't be Mon Chéri. It's been years since, and I've made peace with it. Besides, my day's has gotten brighter now that I've visited my favorite Blond."