project-ml

Part III Marinette, you’ve spent all day at the window. Sabine looks down at her daughter with a small frown. At least find a chair to sit in. I have a better view from the floor. I put cushions down, don’t worry maman, Marinette signs back. That’s not exactly what I’m worried about. Marinette sighs, but forces a smile up at her mother. There’s nothing to worry about. I know who you’re looking for. Sabine’s expression is soft and understandable, but Marinette still can’t take the accusation hidden in the words. Marinette’s forced smile crumbles. I’m not looking for anyone. I

Part II Inside the Bastille, Adrien watches as Marinette looks around with a frown. To him, she seems to be the only thing that refuses to give in to the gloomy lighting. Her eyes are still as bright as ever, only now they’re sharpened by the suspicion lurking in her expression. She slowly walks toward him, taking in the dark stone walls and then finally settling her gaze on him. “Adrien? Why aren’t you waiting outside like you always used to?” She’s holding the basket hostage, refusing to hand it over until she gets an answer to her question. Adrien cringes, the vain hope that she just wouldn’t ask pete

Part I He hasn’t taken time to imagine it often, but the images of soft colors and impossibly green meadows and kind smiles have flitted through his mind when the subject came up, rare as it was. But suddenly, he wonders not what heaven looks like, but what heaven smells like. With the scent currently luring him towards a girl with dark hair carrying a basket of her family’s baked goods, he’s suddenly convinced that heaven must smell like bread. He tries not to drool as the girl hands him the basket, attempting to commit the warm, light, slightly sweet scent to mind. The urge to uncover the contents and indulge seizes him,