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genevrier2016-04-15 05:13 pm
bonnechance) wrote in genevrier2016-04-15 05:13 pm
💀 pour oublier ma peine immense
It had been a long and hard three years.
Ladybug had run out of fingers with which to count the sticky situations she and Chat Noir had been in because of Hawkmoth. But finally, finally, she and her partner had him dead to rights. As time went on, they had grown desperate, and they'd made mistakes - but nothing they hadn't been able to fix. He'd made mistakes, too, and that was how the two of them had managed to track him down.
Heart pounding, she cast her gaze down at the man that had been their adversary for so long. Hawkmoth stared back at the both of them with a dark glare full of loathing. There were a lot of things she had wanted to ask him when she finally caught up to him, but there was only one question she was actually able to form.
"How could you?" She whispered, her voice ragged. She was breathing heavily - the fight had taken a lot out of her. Out of her partner, and out of their enemy, too; had it gone on much longer, they all might have dropped dead out of exhaustion. "You hurt so many people."
Hawkmoth's eyes glittered, and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. Ladybug felt something roll down her cheek - sweat, she hoped, and not blood or tears, but she'd taken a hit to the temple earlier and she couldn't be certain that it wasn't bleeding (and in fact it was). But she was in better shape than him, at least. He was beaten down, he had lost.
All that remained was to take his Miraculous and make sure that Nooroo's power never, ever fell int the hands of someone like him ever again.
His refusal to answer stirred anger in her where there had once been pity.
"Men. Women. Children. You used them all - and for what? What on earth could have been worth it? I don't understand. Explain yourself, Hawkmoth."
He didn't answer. He looked between the two of them, seething. Ladybug scowled and knelt down in front of him, curled her fingers around his brooch, and yanked it away from his suit.
The magic holding his transformation together fell apart, and Nooroo emerged from the butterfly Miraculous at long last. Ladybug cradled him in the crook of her arm and watched as the facial features of their nemesis became clear.
A well-dressed man, middle-aged. Nobody she recognized. Without his Miraculous, he should have been powerless. Defeated. Done for.
She didn't catch his smirk until it was too late.
His hand darted into the suit jacket that hadn't been there before, and his fingers closed around something she couldn't see. "I'll make you understand," He snarled, and the next thing she knew his hand emerged from the jacket and the crack of a gunshot split the air. "Perhaps now we'll share the same wish."
There was a gun in his hand, Ladybug realized, as a dull roar and the man's twisted, bitter laughter filled her ears. He hadn't aimed at her. She turned toward her partner with dread.
He had aimed at him, and his laughter was not the laughter of a man who had missed his mark.
Ladybug had run out of fingers with which to count the sticky situations she and Chat Noir had been in because of Hawkmoth. But finally, finally, she and her partner had him dead to rights. As time went on, they had grown desperate, and they'd made mistakes - but nothing they hadn't been able to fix. He'd made mistakes, too, and that was how the two of them had managed to track him down.
Heart pounding, she cast her gaze down at the man that had been their adversary for so long. Hawkmoth stared back at the both of them with a dark glare full of loathing. There were a lot of things she had wanted to ask him when she finally caught up to him, but there was only one question she was actually able to form.
"How could you?" She whispered, her voice ragged. She was breathing heavily - the fight had taken a lot out of her. Out of her partner, and out of their enemy, too; had it gone on much longer, they all might have dropped dead out of exhaustion. "You hurt so many people."
Hawkmoth's eyes glittered, and he pressed his lips together into a thin line. Ladybug felt something roll down her cheek - sweat, she hoped, and not blood or tears, but she'd taken a hit to the temple earlier and she couldn't be certain that it wasn't bleeding (and in fact it was). But she was in better shape than him, at least. He was beaten down, he had lost.
All that remained was to take his Miraculous and make sure that Nooroo's power never, ever fell int the hands of someone like him ever again.
His refusal to answer stirred anger in her where there had once been pity.
"Men. Women. Children. You used them all - and for what? What on earth could have been worth it? I don't understand. Explain yourself, Hawkmoth."
He didn't answer. He looked between the two of them, seething. Ladybug scowled and knelt down in front of him, curled her fingers around his brooch, and yanked it away from his suit.
The magic holding his transformation together fell apart, and Nooroo emerged from the butterfly Miraculous at long last. Ladybug cradled him in the crook of her arm and watched as the facial features of their nemesis became clear.
A well-dressed man, middle-aged. Nobody she recognized. Without his Miraculous, he should have been powerless. Defeated. Done for.
She didn't catch his smirk until it was too late.
His hand darted into the suit jacket that hadn't been there before, and his fingers closed around something she couldn't see. "I'll make you understand," He snarled, and the next thing she knew his hand emerged from the jacket and the crack of a gunshot split the air. "Perhaps now we'll share the same wish."
There was a gun in his hand, Ladybug realized, as a dull roar and the man's twisted, bitter laughter filled her ears. He hadn't aimed at her. She turned toward her partner with dread.
He had aimed at him, and his laughter was not the laughter of a man who had missed his mark.
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It only barely flickered in Gabriel's eyes, but for just a split second, it was there. The girl was prone to dramatics, to be sure, and it likely wasn't quite what it sounded like, but he'd still have to have a word with his son's companion.
"Are they?" he asked quietly, reaching up to touch his chin, tilting his head to look out the window. For a moment he was silent, considering the new information, before he approached her with his hands behind her back.
"I understand your desire completely, Mademoiselle Bourgeois," he said quietly, and though he didn't smile, he deliberately let his face soften.
"Adrien's safety is paramount to the both of us," he began, hesitating, his shoulders just barely hitching upward before he straightened them, deliberately composing himself.
He paused, then looked her directly in the eyes. "If I might be frank?"
"The last thing he needs is an investigation interfering with his recovery."
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"Let's make a deal then," She said after a moment, and her expression didn't soften the way his had. It was true that Adrien's safety was one of her priorities, and she really did think that Marinette was bad news, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to get what she wanted most - and that was to be the person closest to him, like she had been when they were kids. "I won't poke around," In a way that Adrien will find out about, she added privately, "And I'll use my considerable resources - mine and my father's - to keep anyone else from poking around."
She huffed.
"...if you stop letting that girl spend all her time here."
The truth was, she would most certainly be wielding her father's political clout like a club to keep Adrien safe anyway, but she wanted to see if she could get something in return for doing it, too.
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Gabriel was silent, considering her, as his esteem for Chloé Bourgeois gave a very small tick upward. Small, because he knew that what she was bargaining, she would do anyway. Adrien wouldn't bear the consequences of the girl's frustrations, no matter how much she hated Marinette.
It wasn't in his nature to explain himself. It was an infuriating but unflappable part of him. Only one person in his life had ever been able to argue with him, to get him to see reason, and she had disappeared years ago.
"Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng," he said quietly but firmly, "will stay where I can keep an eye on her."
Let Chloé think that Marinette was involved, or in danger. Let her wonder what Gabriel thought, whether he suspected her of the same things Chloé did, whether he was keeping her under his thumb, whether he was protecting her.
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And - infuriatingly - he was one of the few people she couldn't use threatening to call her father to bend to her will.
She released her breath in a huff and turned on her heel, heading for the door. "In that case," She called over her shoulder, pausing in the doorway for just one moment, "You'd better get used to seeing me around often, Monsieur Agreste."
Chloé slammed the door behind her on her way out.
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A very tiny smile touched the edge of his mouth before he released his breath in a sigh, rolling his eyes upward before he turned around to contemplate the golden painting on the wall, the backdrop of their conversation.
It had only been a matter of time before things got more complicated, he mused, opening his safe to stare at the accumulation of objects he'd collected there.
He lingered on each one in turn, the ring the longest. But finally, his eyes slid to the pin, watching the glint of the fading light on the peacock's tail. Slowly, he reached out for it, fingertips hesitating before he touched it, hovering an inch away.
The sound of his desk phone broke his reverie, and he abruptly stepped back, started to turn, started to close the safe, and paused.
Then, with a scowl, he reached out and snatched the pin, stuffing it into his pocket.
It was with a sense of finality that he shut the door.