Taking Care Of My Kitty (Short Story)

*Delusions*

Hello, everyone~~~ ♥

Now, you may wonder, wasn't this book over? Welp, it is. This is simply a one-shot I used as an entry to be part of the Ladyblog.
Sadly, I was not the winner. *I will work harder!* I do, however, feel really proud about it seeing as I've never written anything horror related. And man, it was hard *clears sweat*

Anywho~~ I wanted to give you guys a small present for Halloween (I wasn't sure I was gonna enter the contest but I was gonna write it and post it either way) and as a thanks for all the love and support <3

*cough* *cough* lowkey wanna write a shot continuing 'Taking Care of My Kitty *cough* *cough*

Anyway, enjoy~

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Delusions

Silent whispers could be heard in each corner of the obscure night. Whispers from the moon and stars, whispers from the wind. Tales of love and amity, of loss and despair. Tales of death and blood, of magic and reincarnation.

Tales of delusion.

“Oh, I know that tale!” chirped a cute little girl while pointing at the big old book of fairy tales being held by the blonde male.

Protected under the ever glowing warmth of the mansion, there was nothing to fear. And so, afraid they were not for they had long been blinded from what the bleak future might bring.

Or what it might not.

The dark haired girl giggled, “Okay, go on, come and tell us.”

The little girl stepped up with the biggest most innocent smile, “Once upon a time…”

Candlelight dimming as midnight fell over the enchanting city that was Paris. Its specks of light slowly flickering into nothing, living a thin cloud of smoke behind. Upon ending the story, the littlest had gone home, leaving the rest of the night for the joyant teens.

The vast mansion had been properly decorated according to the occasion. Candles had been lightened through every stop and turn of the residence. Their hypnotizing and ever so dizzying aroma rising up into the air with each and every flick of the flame. Great panels of glass which had once been crystal clear were now the deep red color of blood. Such magnetizing color being cast under the gleaming moon.

A beauty in dress glided her bluebell eyes through the luminous ballroom, eager to meet those emerald pools of light that puzzled her mind and numbed her senses. The girl still surprised that mighty Mr. Agreste had agreed to invite Parisian kids to his home to celebrate the spooky
season.

“Marinette,” his smooth and ever so captivating voice interrupted her musing.

Rapidly, she spun around, meeting a pair of gleaming emeralds, lips molded into a heartwarming smile. Almost immediately, a soft melody, like a lullaby, started playing.

Adrien bowed with a small smile, his rosy cheeks darkening in color slightly, “May I have this dance?”

Marinette returned the smile with a shy gaze, offering her hand, “Yes, you may.”

The male took her hand, giving it a light squeeze. Taking a step towards her, he took the risk to place his hand on the small of her back, bringing her closer. Marinette could do nothing but stare at those mesmerizing green eyes of his, those beaming lights that utterly hypnotized her mind and ignited her heart.