marinette x felix // APPREHENSION

migraine

Just as the creature was about to hit the floor, it stopped in midair and floated towards Felix, contempt clear on his features. Felix took several steps back and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"I must have scared you, huh? Sorry about that. You weren't supposed to see me, I'm only here to deliver that." the turtle pointed at a small box sitting on the coffee table. "I must go now, as Master is waiting for me. Goodbye, Felix!" it told him and phased right through the window. It flew out of sight, and Felix was left there, frozen in place.

He pinched his own arm and felt a flash of pain, confirming he wasn't dreaming. Perfect, he was going mad. After several minutes of contemplating the state of his sanity, his eyes were drawn to the box left on his coffee table. He hesitantly picked it up. It was about the size of his palm and had a red design painted on the lid.

He traced his thumb over the lid, feeling the intricate carvings under his finger. The box resembled a box where you would find an engagement ring, or perhaps a pair of earrings.

Setting it back down, he made his way to his walk-in-closet to change out of his uniform. There had to be some kind of logical explanation for all of this. He would have brushed it off as some kind of joke, but that didn't explain the levitating... thing and the way it could speak. If wasn't as there was anyone pull a joke on him, anyway.

He looked through his ridiculously large wardrobe and found something he found to be appropriate: a grey button-up shirt with long sleeves and black dress pants, as well as a dark grey vest and tie. After getting dressed, he came down the stairs and went for the west wing, to the Agreste private library. The moment he pushed open the large mahogany doors and stepped inside, the motion-tracking lights flickered on.

The bookshelves were so tall, he would need to climb up a ladder to reach most of the books, though a large portion of the writing was either painfully boring or in a language Felix didn't understand. Nowadays, he would only come here to have his lessons, but he and his mother would spend time here when he was small.

Having plenty of time before his tutor showed up, he decided to look through the bookshelves for nothing in particular. Most of the books he would be interested in, he'd already read front to cover, though. Just as he was about to pick a book from the self, a voice broke through the comfortable silence of the library.

"Felix?" called out a female voice, and he looked towards its source. At the door stood a middle-aged woman, her dark hair pulled up into a ponytail.

"I'm over here," he said back, coming over to the table they often used for their lessons. She smiled, "Alright, do you remember where we left off last week?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. She started her lecture, and he nodded along, asking questions as if the box in his bedroom wasn't the only thing on his mind. Every moment his tutor wasn't looking at him, Felix would be staring at the clock on the wall.

An hour, Forty-five minutes, half-an-hour...

The hands of the clock moved in slow-motion, every second he wasn't prying open that bloody box was almost physically painful. The last hour he'd been sitting here felt like the longest hour of his life. "Are you feeling alright?" his tutor asked, "You seem distracted today."

"I have a migraine, is all," he lied with a pained expression, and she frowned. "Do you want to cut the lesson short so you can get some rest?" she asked, genuinely worried.

"If that wouldn't be too much to ask," he replied, and she nodded. "We were done with most of the lesson, anyway." she assured him, and he nodded, "Then, I'll be getting some rest now,"

The moment he was out of her sight, he rushed back to his room. He managed to keep his footsteps somewhat quiet on the marble floor as he made his way down the hallway. Just as he was about to reach his room, he detected the sound of a deep, male voice.