To her credit, she'd tried to sleep. And she'd actually managed to drift off.
It was just that, once she was out, she actually dreamed. It started off as more vague, fuzzy impressions than an actual dream in any sense of the word - but then it solidified, became more real, more terrifying.
First, darkness. So much darkness that it was suffocating, but then there was a pinprick of light off in the distance. She'd started for it, of course. But as she walked she felt eyes on her, felt the brushing of hands, heard cackling - and the light never got closer. She ran, and she made some progress, but then she tripped.
When she picked herself up off the ground and looked up, gasping, she was in Hawkmoth's lair again.
"No," She breathed, looking around wildly. Chat Noir stood where he always did, poised and ready to strike. Her fingers were clutching the villain's brooch, and although she tried to keep herself from doing so, she yanked it away from his lapel. A gunshot. Laughter.
His laughter filled her ears, seeped into her mind.
The barrel of the gun pressed into her forehead.
"Marinette!"
She shot up, eyes snapping open with a start, and let out a strangled cry as she took in the sight of Nooroo at her bedside. It took her a moment to process the rest of what he was saying, but after a few seconds to catch her breath, she realized.
He could only mean Adrien, and if the kwami was this worked up, it didn't matter that she was having nightmares. She threw her blankets off and darted for the door, not even bothering to change out of her pajamas.
Running so quickly through the halls of the Agreste manor was probably not the safest thing in the world, but it wasn't like there were a ton of people who came and went from here aside from the doctors and nurses these days, and they knew to stay out of her way. She made a mad dash for Adrien's room, had to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle a shriek when she saw his bed empty, and only managed to keep from outright screaming because she saw his bathroom door slightly ajar and remembered what he'd said about wanting to brush his teeth earlier.
She found him there, clutching the top of the counter, and dropped to her knees beside him to hold out a hand to steady him.
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It was just that, once she was out, she actually dreamed. It started off as more vague, fuzzy impressions than an actual dream in any sense of the word - but then it solidified, became more real, more terrifying.
First, darkness. So much darkness that it was suffocating, but then there was a pinprick of light off in the distance. She'd started for it, of course. But as she walked she felt eyes on her, felt the brushing of hands, heard cackling - and the light never got closer. She ran, and she made some progress, but then she tripped.
When she picked herself up off the ground and looked up, gasping, she was in Hawkmoth's lair again.
"No," She breathed, looking around wildly. Chat Noir stood where he always did, poised and ready to strike. Her fingers were clutching the villain's brooch, and although she tried to keep herself from doing so, she yanked it away from his lapel. A gunshot. Laughter.
His laughter filled her ears, seeped into her mind.
The barrel of the gun pressed into her forehead.
"Marinette!"
She shot up, eyes snapping open with a start, and let out a strangled cry as she took in the sight of Nooroo at her bedside. It took her a moment to process the rest of what he was saying, but after a few seconds to catch her breath, she realized.
He could only mean Adrien, and if the kwami was this worked up, it didn't matter that she was having nightmares. She threw her blankets off and darted for the door, not even bothering to change out of her pajamas.
Running so quickly through the halls of the Agreste manor was probably not the safest thing in the world, but it wasn't like there were a ton of people who came and went from here aside from the doctors and nurses these days, and they knew to stay out of her way. She made a mad dash for Adrien's room, had to clap a hand over her mouth to muffle a shriek when she saw his bed empty, and only managed to keep from outright screaming because she saw his bathroom door slightly ajar and remembered what he'd said about wanting to brush his teeth earlier.
She found him there, clutching the top of the counter, and dropped to her knees beside him to hold out a hand to steady him.
"Adrien..?" She whispered. "Adrien, I'm here."