607/The Power of Glitter

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The Power of Glitter
Date of Scene: 25 May 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: In which Adrien comes home covered in glitter, Marinette ends up covered in it, and ships might actually start to sail!
Cast of Characters: 143, 142




Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Tommy had managed to cheer Mari up some. It lasted for a day. Maybe two. Until she started thinking again. And then it hurt, all over, just as bad as before.

She had fled Paris, not only to follow a dream but to escape the pain. Here, it was worse than ever. Maybe it was the cowardly thing to do. To run again. But she was going home. At least there she'd be surrounded by friends and family. Here, she was completely alone.

Her bags, what few she brought with her, were alreasy packed and zitting by the front door. A note had been written for Adrien since she wasn't sure what time he's be getting home. It explained that she couldn't stay and thanked him for everything.

With a few hours still before her flight... She was in the kitchen preparing and freezing some proper meals.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Adrien got in from a gruelling photo shoot. An editorial something that had him in way too mucj make up and glitter. He went home as soon as he was tild he could. The bags arent seen until he all but trips on them, and the door is closed as he collects the note to read. It's a shot of panic as he reads these words, and he blames himself completely. Well, his poor words as Chat. But really, what difference was there? A mask and a leather cst suit of differnce. On the heels of her thinking she couldnt have him as Adrienn she opens up to him as Chat and he bascially rejects.. God, he has his head so far up his own ass... Taking the letter with him, dressed in the biker boots and tight pants, and just his usual dove grey leather jacket, Adrien moves into the kitchen where he hears her moving about.

"Mari? Can we talk?"

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
No! No we can't because eveey time we do, I get hurt more!

She nods but doesn't lift her heas from the soup she's working on. "Sure." She'll make sure Tommy stop by and checks on him to make sure he's eating right. To help draw him out of his shell. He needs that. She had tried. And failed.

The thought has her blinking back tears. She's done enough of that lately, thank you.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
With Marinette refusing to look at him, Adrien swallows down that bitter lump.

"I ...got your letter. ....and saw your bags...." Cant loose... cabt loose. Adrien takes a breath. "I'm sorry... if anything I said... made you need to go. I just... I'm realizing that.. Ive been a pretty big jerk. And, tou shouldnt leave with me at least apologizing and letting you kmow that I really csre about you. I I really have for a really long time..."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Marinette pauses in the stirring of the soup, swallowing hard. She wants to believe him. She really does! Ans that's precisely why she finds it hard to.

"I wanted so badly," she starts in a whisper, "for you to see me. I can barely speak around you most of the time. I wanted to be your friend. To get to know you. To see if it could be more... And tjen you left. No call or text you just left. And Chat left. And every day hurt so bad... So I ran. I accepted the scholarship and came here to atart over. But you were both here..."

She pauses to wet her lips. "And I tries really hard to move past the pain. To be everything you could need me to be without feeling like I was suffocating you. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough. Not for either of you."

She starts to turn to look at him. "And I'm not strong enough to -- Why do you look like a Twilight vampire?"

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Adrien sets the letter down to steo around the counter, trying to see her face.

"I never figured out why you kept running away. I thought, thaf after the gum.... you didnt like me," Adrien replies only to get stopped when she reminds him, brings it uo again, that knife to thw heart rhat twists at rhe mere mentiin of how he left her the way he had been left. Both oarts of him. double guilty. He starts to reach out, because not seeing her face it starting to get to him. He coukdnt as Chat but as Adrien? His hand oauses as he turns, mind ready to offer to be her strength when.. Twilight? The pony? Vamoirem oh!

"That horrible...? I'm not a vam- oh Well, i guess I sort of.. I havent shiweres yet. I was at work. An editorial something. Im just glad they didnt use feather this time. I was so doped up on Benadryl last timen I missed a class..."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Mari nods, turning back to the soup. "You should shower. Glitter sticks to everything. The soup will be done soon and I'll put dishes of it in the freezer you can heat up."

She inhales a shakey breath. "I'm sorry. I'm just not strong enough to lose you both."

Turning from the stove, she does to a cupboard and up on tiptoes to reach the tupperware.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
"Then why are you running, Marinette? I dont want to lose you either. I thoight I had already. But you're here. i didnt think i could get any luckier." (thats a laugh!) Adrien says, ignoring her request that he go shower. somwtimes some things are more important. He steps up behind her, pulling down the tupperware for her with in ehand, the other on her shoukder.

"I dont want to loose you again because it feel slike if i do its going ro be forever. " He tries to pull her to face him.

"I m sorry that I hurt you and that i made you feel like yiu were nothing. no one deserves that, especially nit you. Uou said you wished i saw you... the truth isn some days you were all i saw."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Having him that close behind her causes Marinette to inhale sharply, the breath catching in her throat. "...Because...I'm afraid to stay..."

Pulled around to face him, she blinks back the tears but they're clearly there. And the truth of it is there in her eyes. He's right. If she leaves... It'll be for good.

Her lips are licked and swallows, preparing to speak. What comes out is a whimper. She wants to wrap her arms around him. To kiss him. She resists, barely, and instead drops her head forward to his chest, fingers curling in the sides of shirt.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
He wants to kiss her too. He couldn't sleep for thinking of it. He woke up with it on his mind. He struggled through the shoot for imagining it.

"Please, let me try again?" he asks as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as he bows his head to her hair. He's ready for her to say no. She has that right. She will always have that right, to say no, to push him away. He inhales as his eyes flutter closed, clinging to the scent of her so he won't forget it if she goes. He didn't think to do this with his mother and so the pictures he has have been memorized. But they are pictures, and not alive.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
For long heartbeats, she doesn't move and then finally, her fingers uncurl and her arms wrap around him. And then she nods her head, body relaxing into his. "Please don't pull away again."

And now they're both wearing glitter...

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Glitter is the herpes of the craft and make up world. Adrien is wearing enough for a herd of strippers... or one Ke$ha.

"I promise I will try, if you'll pull me back when I start to?" he asks, one hand sliding up to craddle her head to his chest, face turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He sighs into the embrace, a tension falling away as that sensation of rightness returns.

Adrien is not going to start purring.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
The way Chat curls and snuggles into her, she's doing a damn good impersonation of that right now with Adrien. "I promise."

Feeling him relax the same way she does makes her smile. And then she realizes a few things...

"The soup is going to burn.... And now we both need a shower...." Damn glitter!

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
At her promise, Adrien smiles more fully, his brows pulled together. He's forgotten about Plagg, tucked into his breast pocket, or that the posture may crush the kwami into Marinette's chest. Adrien is just reveling in having his friend still here with him, promising to stay with him, not leave him alone. He inahles to say a thing when she beas him to it, and he opens his eyes to look at the soup in all it's soupy liquidy glory.

"You can burn liquid?"

That's not what he was going to say. He forgot what he was going to say, because distracted, like cat distracted by a laser pointer.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Lucky for Adrien, Mari was a little too disracted to notice Plagg.

His question has her lifting her head to look up at him but not pull away. "Yes. As the liquid boils, it turns to steam... If it boils for too long, the liquid all evaporates. And there's stuff in the besides liquid. It's a vegetable-beef soup." Healthy. Filling. Barely any fat but tons of nutrients and vitamins.

"I'll shut it off and then we should shower before this stuff ends up all over the house... I'm possibly the only designer ever to hate glitter."

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Oh, see. That makes complete sense to the science brain that is the Physics loving Adrien Agreste and the sudden understanding of something food related - coming at him as it does from a science angle - makes him smile, that bright megawatt smile.

"Got it," he beams, nodding before chuckling and letting his grip loosen so Marinete can step away first, to turn off the soup.

Which is another fun game. You let go first. No, you let go first. No, you. No, you.

"I think Dulce hates it, but Kohrs is an addict. The photography director wanted to play off the constrasts of it against the very heavy earthy feel of the leather and velvet," Adrien comments, as easy as anything.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Mari blinks at that smile and then blushes brightly as her heart starts to race.

His grip loosens and so does her own but... yeah... no movement. You first.

Mari rolls her eyes. "One of those... That explains the Lestat wardrobe..." She leans up to whisper in his ear. "You're allowed to say no... Always say no to glitter."

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Sorry, Marinette. Don't you know? Ladies first. So, you first, M'Lady.

Adrien chuckles, turning his head slightly to catch the sound of her whisper. His turn to roll his eyes.

"Allowed? Sometimes. The photographer seemed like it really meant a lot to him. It's just glitter," he comments. Because he is not about to talk abot the design of the clothing. That's soemthing he CAN'T do -- Daddy Issues.

"But I'll remember that if you're ever on set, Marinette. No to glitter."

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
No no, really, you fir--Shit. Soup's burning...

There's an actual, physical and audible whine from Marinette as she pulls away reluctantly and walks over to turn off the stove and move thw soup off the hot burner.

"Mmm." That's when she turns and takes in what he's wearing completely beyond 'velvet and leather'. Her head tilts and she grins. "Nice pieces." She prefers him in jeans and a tee shirt though.

And then she gigglws, nose wrinkling slightly. "Come on." She reaches out for his hand to pull him towards the living room and upstairs. "We need to shower."

Half way acroos the living room her eyes widen. "S-seperately, of course! I...I didn't mean rhat we shoulf... It's just we both..." Oh god. "I'm going to get my bags."

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
The only reason Adrien doesn't voice an echoing whine is because he forces himself NOT to. When she turns back to him, her eyes sliding over his attire, Adrien shifts his weight so the clothes hang a little better against his frame -- an experienced model shifting into a position where a designer can more easily see the cut and drape of a garment, without being asked. It's a damn near automatic response in that silence before she approves of it and reaches for his hand.

A warm roll of relaxed laughter drifts from him as Marinette suddenly stammers.

"I'll help you carry one," is all he says. Because it's adoble that she stammered, and thrilling that her mind WENT tehre. It's like... there's this leather and lace side to Marinette, hidden in there somewhere.

It's not until he reaches for a suitcase that it occurs to him... Crap. She probably still thinks I'm gay. Fuck. I should have kissed her when I had the chance. But! I dont want her to think I'm not a gentleman.... Grr.

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Any leather and lace she has is entirely his fault!

He laughs and she blushes brightly. "Thank you." For help with the bag.

Yeah, not so much. Even if Tommy -hadn't- told her, he kinda gave it away himself tonight.

Bags lifted, shw heads upstairs and to her room. "Have you had dinner?"

Good is a safe subject right?

"I can do a quick cheese stuffed, breaded ravioli and an alfredo sauce."

Someone might want to remind her to cancel her flight!

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Or will be? REOW! I mean! Look! A castle.

"You're very welcome, Marinette," Adrien says, smiling brightly again as he moves toward the stairs. He found the airline tickets, ad grabbed them with the bag and as he ends up toward the bedrooms, he skims the information. He's too good at reading these things.

"No, actually. I figure something was going to be sent up, or I'd find something in the freezer," Adrien says, because that's what's normal for him. Someone sends up food into his living area or he gets something pre-made for him. At the word 'cheese', Adrien seems to shift his ribs to the left, coughing lightly... maybe it hides the faint grunt.

"Ah... the cheese... if you want." Ignoring you righ tnow Plagg! "The soup was smelling-" Seriously, Plagg, you are going to leave a mark! "-really good, and it's already made-" God dammit, cat! I have a wheel of camembert in the mini fridge in my bedroom if you can just wait- "-I'd hate to-" -two more- "-bother you-" Adrien stops by her door, shrugging his jacket off and tossing it over a shoulder, left side folded UP.

"-by having you make a completely new thing. Everything you've made has been so amazingly tasty, it hardly seems real. I mean... I feel like eating anything you put in front of me."

Get your dirty mind out of the gutter, missy!

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
A brow arches at the twitches and tiny tone shifts. "Are you, Adrien?" She lets her eyes roam iver him and then reaches up to feel his forehead. He doesn't seem to be getting sick...

"If you want the soup, that's fine. I don't mind the cooking though. I actually enjoy cooking for you." She knows he's eating properly then.

"Why don't we decide after we shower?"

Out of...? Nope. Never!

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
I am feeding you nothing but Cheez-Whiz for a week, stupid cat.

"Umm... yes? Who else would I be?" Adrien asks, putting on his very best 'Look how innocent and not anyone but the person you see right here in front of you' smile. His eyes track her hand, going cross-eyed as she reaches up to lightly touch his glittered forehead.

"Okay. After we shower," he agrees, free hand coming up to rest on his jacket on his shoulder just before Plagg could shuffle to let his displeasure at the prospect of cheese possibly get taken away because his stupid Chosen doesn't like the food of the gods. (Literally. Kwamis are like little tiny gods in miniture. Cheese is Plagg's food. Plagg's a god. Thus, cheese is the food of a god. A tiny black cat one.)

And he waits now. Because he promised to carry the bag, but she hasn't opened the door or given him permission to enter (Permission has been taken from Chat, Adrien notes to himself a little sadly.).

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
A bright blush springs to life on Mati's cheeks. "I meant... Are you ok..."

She opens the door and motions him in, muttering, "I told you I didn't talk right around you..." Sigh. "Thank you for the help."

Not... entirely accurate. She never told him not to come back. She did kick him out foe the night though. Never left instructions to return. It's a messy amd convoluted thing.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
"Oh! Right. Yes. Of course. I'm okay. Fine. Perfect." Did he manage to NOT pun? Yes? Good. Whew! Bullet dodged. So Adrien smiles again, the expression slipping from 'falsely innocent' to 'awww' in a heaertbeat as he walks into her room.

"It's kinda cute, actually," he admits, because now that he knows WHY it's cute.

"And you're welcome." Moana was a cute movie! Adrien sets the suitcase down and starts to place the plane ticket on it. He looks at it, memorizing the itinery. She was leaving tonight. Just a few more hours. The knowledge is enough to start his anxiety flaring again. He inhales past it and looks over at Marinette.

"I can get the flight cancelled. Maybe with a full refund?"

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
Aaand she's blushing again. And pouting. And trying not to grin. "It is not cute. It's frustrating. Do you have idea what it's like not being able to form a coherent sentence around someone you've lo--" Her eyes widen and a hand clamps over her mouth.

Flight? Cancelled? Oh! Right. Of course.

She nodnodnods very quickly. That would be good, yes. So not talking right now.

Who said anything about Moana?

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Adrien seems to perk up as Marinette nearly admits what she told Chat but to Adrien. Hope fills him, eyes bright, smile caught somewhere between wistful and snarky. She almost said it. HAHA! I knew it all along! His eyes are the slightest bit cautious, worried about hurting her. So, when she nods so quickly, Adrien smiles, making sure it's the brightest one he has, just for her. One corner of his lips MIGHT be a cat's hair higher than the other side.

"I'll take care of it, Marinette," he says airily, almost a wink, the ticket used to give what would have otherwise been a two-finger salute. All as he's turning to march himself right back out of the room.

"See you in thirty," he's calling as he goes. Because that's the game play. Shower, then dinner. If she wants to cook a thing she can. If she doesn't he'll eat soup. And he's going to feed Plagg cheese and leave him in his room. Stupid cat!

Marinette DuPain (143) has posed:
The things that smile and confidence does to her should be illegal.

"Thanks," is all but squeaked which makes her just want to die. "Ok." Thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes to shower all the glitter off (a damn near impossible task!), wash her hair, shave, wash her bidy, condition her hair... Thirty minutes!? Was he serious?? We're all very lucky Marinette didn't manage to kill herself in the rush.

Adrien Agreste (142) has posed:
Thirty minutes was plenty of time. Adrien wasn't going to moisturize. He knows there's going to be residual glitter for another shower. But he does call Nathalie as he's undressing, telling her to cancel a flight, giving her teh needed information and not explaining why. It's not a needed bit of information. Not in his opinion, anyway.

The longest part of the shower was getting the product that had kept his hair up in this weird not-quite faux-hawk thing out. There was a high end shampoo, some cocoa butter conditioner and a hairbrush involved. But at last, when he's done, he is pretty much glitter free.

He had made sure to get the cheese from the hidden mini fridge for Plagg BEFORE pulling hte kawmi out of his pocket. Plagg wasn't set 'free' until after the phone call, because the moment he was free the complaining started, vanishing only when Adrien sat the black cat down on his little cat bed on the shelf near Adrien's bed, next to a small wheel of that high end odorous cheese. By the time Adrien is padding out in a towel, Plagg had cheese-coma'd himself. Adrien didn't suppress the indulgent chuckle. He moved over to tuck the kwami into his soft little black blanket and turn on the 'invisible' solar lamp to keep Plagg warm and happy and sleeping.

Toweling off efficiently, Adrien grabs a pair of house pants (like sweats, only designer) and a tank top style shirt (also Agreste label), and pulls these on. Just these. Because it's lounge around the house with a friend time, right? Well, teh girl who loves him and who he's stumbled face first into love with and really, this is so much easier than trying to do this as Chat. Sure, Adrien can't talk to Marinette about being Chat, but that's okay, because it hurts his head.

Even if he'll miss her banter. A sigh is given. Would she let him back in? He'll have to check.... later. Right now, dinner. With a friend... what would 'girlfriend' be like?

Whoa! Down kitty! Don't want to scare the girl, Agreste! She doesn't know she's kissed you. Well, she hasn't. As Adri-

This is a confusing rhomboidal ship!