@Fenrir
He tilted his head "Ok…so better than most nights at least." He kissed her temple and sighed "I'm going back to sleep." he mutterd, snuggling close
He tilted his head "Ok…so better than most nights at least." He kissed her temple and sighed "I'm going back to sleep." he mutterd, snuggling close
"I don't blame you," she murmured. Instead of falling asleep however, she stayed up until early morning, trying to piece together her dream and its meaning. The more she thought about it, the more its strange events faded from her mind. By the break of dawn, the only thing that she could remember was her headache.
He woke in the early morning hours and glanced down at her "You didn't sleep did you love?" he asked, stroking her hair lovingly
She sighed. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” she asked, attempting a light-hearted tone.
He shook his head "No, not really." He kissed her brow "what was it this time."
(Haha, except your son being your enemy….)
"Nothing. I can barely remember," she sighed truthfully.
He breathed a small laugh "we need to start keeping track."
She smiled weakly. "That's alright."
His brow creased with worry but he didn't ask questions "Ready to get to work?" he asked with a sigh
"Yes," she said softly. The muted dawn light was beginning to fill the room with a hazy glow. The warmth made her feel happier, and she didn't want to leave.
"YOu're ready but you don't want to move." He laughed and stroked her hair, sitting in silence for a few mements
"I could say the same about you," she murmured.
"Except you're the one preventing me from getting up." He countered with a smile
She blushed and gently got up so he could too.
He glanced down at her and nodded in a silent thank you. He got up and stretched "I've got breakfast while you set up what you need?"
"Need for what?" she asked tiredly.
"The costumes for tonight," he explained patiently, stroking her hair and heading to the kitchen
"Right," she murmured, smoothing her hair.
"you almost seem reluctant to start." He noted, while preparing breakfast
"I'm not," she justified a bit too quickly. There was one sharp memory that she couldn't deny from her dream: the headache and just before then. She'd been running. And she was Mayura.
Gabriel glanced at her from the kitchen "you're sure you're ok?" He asked, concerned. "We don't have to.go if you're feeling overwhelmed."
"No, I'm alright," she assured him.
He nodded, a litle suspicious but he soon went back to making breakfast, shrugging off the feeling
Nathalie sighed and got off of the couch. She walked to the study and began to gather materials.
He had put the leftover croissants in the oven to warm up when he went to check on Natalie in the study. "Do you think he truly is ok with us?" He asked softly
She looked up when he entered, caught off guard by his sudden question. "What?"
"Do you think Adrien is ok with us being together?" he asked a little louder
She walked over to him. "Haven't you already asked him what he thought?"
"I did. He seemed alright with it." He replied "He's lost so much, I just don't want him to about a new change."
She looked away from him. "You should ask him again then," she suggested.
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