Darkling

"Marinette please let's just go home, your gonna get sick out here." She said as a chuckle escaped my lips. While staring out upon the dark water.

There's a certain beauty in the ideal of darkness. It's never just applied to one situation, it's an ever-expanding force. That can sneak up on even the kindest of people. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is learning that lesson quite well. Overwhelmed with the pristine image that is of Ladybug. She's hanging by a thread as a certain sly fox corrupts those around her. But, as she stitches with the swirling dark thoughts it can eventually become comforting. As the balance of what was once a clear image is now becoming clouded. Memories of what she once knew are fading away. Sinking further in the abyss only to create her own justice. Though how far can one descend past the light before they start drowning?