She looked around, then strode to the tall window by the bed, leaving her baggage on the ground as she scanned the perimeter out the window. Marinette nodded stiffly, teeth clenched as she vigorously rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes, stepping away from the kwamis that had gathered around her. “Marinette,” Tikki called softly, wiping Marinette’s tear-stricken cheeks with her paws and pressing their foreheads together, “It’ll be OK. A blank canvas! She could work with that. Just not as spacious and with none of the artistic additions she had put out throughout the years. Just that her room didn’t have a balcony-something she had relayed to Félix and Adrien on that night’s call. But, for the life of her, she couldn’t remember anything about it. She had visited it, uuhhh, once? Yeah, at least once. While Maman went to them to talk about moving things, or whatever, Marinette headed into the place, waving off one of the moving people’s offer to carry her suitcase. Folks in similarly ragged clothes idled around the front door, the moving truck-now open and almost empty-parked in front of them. It was silent again as the taxi made its last turns in Canal Saint-Martin, the neighborhood they’d be moving to, stopping by the side of a narrow, three-store, building tucked right at the street’s intersection. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but only got out another hum. Marinette hugged the packed backpack to her chest, resting her chin on top of it. “But I promise I’ll do my best to give you everything you deserve.”

“I know it’s difficult now, Marinette,” she said gently after a while. Maman tried to make conversation during the car trip, and Marinette tried to keep on it to the best of her abilities, but there were only so many ‘hmm’s and ‘uh-huh’s that Maman could take before sighing and silently looking out the window. The bakery plaque had already been taken out and there was a giant ‘ FOR SALE’ sign on the glass window. Mostly because it didn’t have any lingering sentiment anyway. Marinette didn’t look back as she made her way to the waiting taxi at the front door, backpack held tight over her back and a rolling suitcase in her other hand. ← Previous Work Part 3 of New Cards in the Deck Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 6307 Chapters: 2/? Comments: 9 Kudos: 11 Bookmarks: 4 Hits: 122 it’s just that terminologies change with time.

Ladybug is blue and Chat is pink in this.

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Félix (PV).

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kwami(s).

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Félix (PV).

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