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Who: Chat Noir ( ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
meouch ), Ladybug ( buginette ) and Responsible Adult Steven Stone ( geophile ).
When: IC: 6/10
Where: Some quaint high tea place because somewhere chill is obviously the best place to get stressed out. It's okay to get stressed out if there's sandwiches.
What: So a Ladybug, a Cat, and a Rock Nerd walk into a bar... Okay, there's no bar, but Chat has to get the Love Of His Life and the Keeper of His Secret on the same page.
Rating/Warning: rated N for NO MISTAKES WERE MADE
[ never let it be said that adrien wasn't pleased or happy, or absolutely over the moon that he confirmed that two people he'd been worrying about he'd been able to confirm as being okay, but right now he's. incredibly somewhat nervous, and tentative, because while he's certain that ladybug and steven would get along... well (they're both Great, see), there's no doubting that he'd let out a really big secret and now was the time to be honest about that course of action.
that's the fact he's nervous about. not the meeting happening, but ladybug's reaction to that.
... okay, maybe there's a little bit of nerves about the meeting too. you know, the standard emotions one gets when Two Very Important People meet and you desperately hope they click.
so, here's the picture. adrien... no, chat, sitting at a quiet tea place in the shopping district (at a table for three), somewhat fidgety and by somewhat it's more like very. he'd handled the arrangements, directions... everything; that was easy. now all that was left was to wait for whoever came first while telling his legs mentally to stop shaking lightly.
he probably stands a little too quickly (he'd been focusing way too hard on the door) when the first person walks in. whether it be steven or ladybug, a clawed hand is waving them down. ]
Hey, over here.
[ please turn out okay, please turn out okay. ]
meouch ), Ladybug ( buginette ) and Responsible Adult Steven Stone ( geophile ).When: IC: 6/10
Where: Some quaint high tea place because somewhere chill is obviously the best place to get stressed out. It's okay to get stressed out if there's sandwiches.
What: So a Ladybug, a Cat, and a Rock Nerd walk into a bar... Okay, there's no bar, but Chat has to get the Love Of His Life and the Keeper of His Secret on the same page.
Rating/Warning: rated N for NO MISTAKES WERE MADE
[ never let it be said that adrien wasn't pleased or happy, or absolutely over the moon that he confirmed that two people he'd been worrying about he'd been able to confirm as being okay, but right now he's. incredibly somewhat nervous, and tentative, because while he's certain that ladybug and steven would get along... well (they're both Great, see), there's no doubting that he'd let out a really big secret and now was the time to be honest about that course of action.
that's the fact he's nervous about. not the meeting happening, but ladybug's reaction to that.
... okay, maybe there's a little bit of nerves about the meeting too. you know, the standard emotions one gets when Two Very Important People meet and you desperately hope they click.
so, here's the picture. adrien... no, chat, sitting at a quiet tea place in the shopping district (at a table for three), somewhat fidgety and by somewhat it's more like very. he'd handled the arrangements, directions... everything; that was easy. now all that was left was to wait for whoever came first while telling his legs mentally to stop shaking lightly.
he probably stands a little too quickly (he'd been focusing way too hard on the door) when the first person walks in. whether it be steven or ladybug, a clawed hand is waving them down. ]
Hey, over here.
[ please turn out okay, please turn out okay. ]
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it probably doesn’t help that ladybug’s asking questions with her eyes and then directly while he’s still trying to piece together his explanation. normally he really is much better with words and truth than this (hello goodbye “smooth talking” chat noir), but admitting something that is possibly quite disappointing to someone he holds in the highest esteem is not as simple as you’d think!! apparently.
thanks for the kind of compliments though, bugaboo. it always warms him to get the little reassurances from her that he's a necessary companion; it grounds him... even if it does sting somewhat, in this case, given what he's about to admit to her. regardless, index finger and thumb pressed together, expression slightly playful and: ]
My jokes are an acquired taste.
[ gosh.
so what he's just stalling for a bit more, sue him. chat'll straighten up in his chair now with a little exhale, indicating that he's getting to the heart of the matter. ]
... Steven's not just right about our amazing teamwork, though. [ butter 'em up before you crash into the wall, exploding into a million tiny pieces!! ] There's... a lot I have to tell you.
[ okay. ]
It's— well, first, when I say it'd be nice for you know him, it's not just that. It's also important. And when I say you can trust him, Ladybug, I really mean it. I did. Do, so...
[ okay. he's stalling again, but in a different way. indicating his reasoning; not the entire motivation behind his decision, because that was a build-up of big and small situations. in the end it's just his final choice that matters, however, and he's not about to make any excuses.
so, adrien takes another breath, fiddles with his ring, his head slightly ducked. ]
... I told him. I'm sorry.
[ though it's not really "i'm sorry i told him," but more "i'm sorry i betrayed your trust."
there. it's out there. ]
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When I see you two together, I can't help but feel that it isn't my place to know. But Chat Noir has trusted me with the information, and you have a right to be aware of that as his partner.
[ he can't stop there, though. this topic has too many variables to leave it at that. ]
I won't ask for your trust right away, of course. That's your decision to make.
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Told him... what?
[ that they were an item? whoa hold up she is about to nip that misconception in the bud right now—
—but something tells her that this is more than chat noir pushing his wishing thinking about their relationship onto others, especially given the formalities of this arrangement. perception is quite the gift ladybug possesses, and the implications have already fallen into place to form her answer, only it is one that she is having trouble believing. or, more accurately, wanting to believe. surely for all chat noir is and the many times he expressed curiosity in knowing her identity, he would never actually betray the superhero clause.
would he? ]
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[ the words come out flatly. no accusation, no anger, just... level, masking her true emotions. ]
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--haaah, who was he kidding? that tone is one of many he'd thought to hear from ladybug, and somehow that's worse than her just outright getting upset at him. not knowing what she's thinking. it brings a tentativeness to the pit of his stomach, an uncertainty. but of course she's not pleased. he'd never expect her to be, because he broke that superhero clause, even if he thought it necessary at the time with the threat looming above them and the fact he'd been alone and unable to ask her if this was a time where doing things secretly just didn't work. and at least this way, he had one person that had his secret that he trusted, instead of allowing this place to tell someone for him.
he stops fiddling with his ring, placing his hands on the table. really doing well here. ]
... I did. Just him... He knows who I am. [ quietly. ] We aren't supposed to tell, but... I made that choice, and like Steven said, it's... a choice you need to know about.
[ would he have made that same choice if he'd known she'd be recovered so soon? maybe, maybe not, but. he had done it, and that... was that.
even if the consequences of that choice are starting to settle as an anxious drumming in his ears. yeah, he knew he wouldn't ever be prepared for awaiting her reaction to this.
being a superhero teenager is so hard, man. ]
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she could, and she ought to, but instead she simply places her palms on the table and stands. ]
Well, you're right that it's a choice, but not one that involves me.
[ maybe that... came out harsher than she intended. she was going for an air of nonchalance, unmitigated indifference to his singular decisions, but there are just so many emotions getting caught up in the crossfire of trying to process... this!! that trying to portray the right one (whichever one that is) while concealing the rest is throwing her off her usual game.
but there is one thing for certain, one feeling overpowering all the others:
panic.
chat noir's choice is indeed his own and one that she has no business (nor desire) getting involved with, and although she cannot say she is not disappointed in him for blabbing his secret, she also trusts that he already knows these things has his reasons, which is why she remains silent, out of respect. after all, she almost gave up her miraculous without thinking when she thought volpina's illusion of adrien was real, so she hardly has room to criticize.
furthermore, they never chose to be superheroes. at least, not marinette. her relationship with chat noir is grounded solely in thwarting le papillion's akuma as a two necessary parts of a countermeasure, just as tikki told her from the beginning. anything outside of that, chat noir's personal life? not her concern.
and the anxiety rising up in her right now derives from just that.
she just wants to continue preserving their secrets and keeping their double lives separate as long as possible, and this... well, is the first step down a path ladybug wants to keep shrouded in mystery, so much that noticing him toying with his miraculous causes her advert her gaze. he has already expressed curiosity in sharing their identities before, and she had been thankful, no, relieved that he respected her wishes thus far. while she believes he will continue to do so, there is still an inexplicable part of her that remains shaken, borderline scared that he will push to tell her as well, or—even worse—for him to seek out who she is: boring, clumsy marinette, totally different from the popular and well-adored savior of paris. and, what if that ruins what little relationship? er... involvement they do have with each other?
that... that would probably be unbearable. ]
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but, as fate would have it, he's involved in this. ]
I'm afraid that what's done is done. [ ... ] Though if secrecy is your main concern, be rest assured that I won't ask anything of you.
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really. so well. that’s his heart leaping into his throat, maybe, the exact moment ladybug stands. he feels… quite guilty, actually, for both subjecting steven to this, er… painful and awkward situation. and for pushing ladybug to this point of apparent discomfort.
however much it somewhat stings to hear her so bluntly brush off her involvement with his choice, her words did ring true—there really was no personal stake for her in it, not directly, and revealing his identity to steven didn’t mean that adrien would, at any point, push ladybug for hers... just like he hadn't before. and he knows that steven wouldn’t either, even without his vocal confirmation. that’s… part of the reason he’d even admitted things to him in the first place.
it’s a kneejerk reaction, the way he outstretches his hand slightly for her as if her standing meant she was leaving. his glance moves to steven for only a moment, before it settles back on ladybug. ]
Both... [ ahem. ] Both of us won't. I didn't tell you because I thought it'd change your mind on anything, or about anything, I just— thought I should be honest about this.