Red Strings And Markers

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"Marinette? Marinette, wake up." A small voice was poking at Marinette's cheeks. Marinette groaned quietly, nuzzling into the warm that was in front of her. "Marinette, wake up, we're almost in the station." She opened her eyes, seeing a red blur that was her kwami. She hummed and sat up, stretching. She tried to stretch her legs but they felt heavy.

Marinette looked down at her legs and found a blond quietly sleeping in her lap. She had the immediate blush on her face, but it lessened as she examined his sleeping features. His hair was disheveled and in his face, vaguely looking like someone she knew, but disregarded it. He was handsome both awake and asleep.

Marinette moved Adrien's hair from his face, running a hand through his hair. This elicited a groan from him and he began to do a cat-like stretch. Marinette giggled as he settled back in her lap again, popping open one green eye to look at her.

"Good morning princess." He spoke softly. Marinette blushed, bringing her hands away from his face. "Did you have a nice rest?" He asked as he sat up and stretched.

"I-I did! T-Thank you and I-I'm sorry I was laying on you." Marinette scratched her cheek with a nervous chuckle.

"It's okay. I slept wonderful on your lap." He winked playfully at Marinette and she seemed to blush brighter. They looked over at the couple in front of them and they were asleep, the two cuddled up together. "Should we wake them?" He asked, looking over to Marinette as he pulled the blanket off of them.

"We should- Adrien, wait." As Adrien was pulling the blanket off, Marinette's hand was getting pulled along with it. A stray string from the blanket had tangled around her little finger and Adrien stopped tugging, apologizing.

"Sorry, I didn't hurt you, did I?" The string did dig into her skin, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine." Marinette held her pinky out as Adrien tried to undo the string tied around her finger. She watched as his hands worked on her, the thick silver band that went around his right hand's ring finger and the red string that was tangled around his pinky. "Adrien."

"Marinette." He replied, glancing up at her. She pointed to his pinky and he stopped his moving, not having realized it earlier. He curled in his fingers except for his pinky, just like Marinette and pulled his hand away, noticing that the red string was tied around both of their fingers. "Would you look at that."

"It's like the red string of fate." Marinette spoke quietly.

"It probably means a good thing." Adrien couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.

"Or something bad." Adrien looked up at Marinette, a small hurt expression flashing in his eyes as Marinette realized what she said. "N-Not that I mean it in a bad way! I-I mean, u-uh, it's just, I-I don't mind my red strings being tied to you. A-Actually, I've always wanted this..." Her voice trailed off as she spoke without thinking once again, her blush possessing her cheeks and she looked down at her lap sheepishly. Adrien blushed as well, gaping for words.

"R-Really? To be honest, I-I-"

"Attention all passengers, we are now arriving at St. Pancras International station." The small voice from the speaker continued, informing them of the time and proper procedures to collecting their luggage and how to disembark.

The two looked down at each other before looking down at their hands. "We should probably take these off." Marinette spoke quietly. She desperately wanted to know the rest of Adrien's sentence, but the blush that possessed both of their cheeks told them that the moment had been ruined and there was no going back to it.

"Yeah, we should." Adrien agreed softly. His hand worked quickly on her pinky finger and unraveled it, the red string falling from her and dangling off his hand. He sat and began to unravel the string around his finger, she couldn't help but notice the intricate lines of the furrow between his eyes or the focus in his eyes.