Lately, Marinette felt different — too cold though the weather wassn’t completely freezing. It had been no different than her first two years here, but suddenly, she found herself bundling up more, freezing beneath the layers unless she added heating packets into the pockets of her clothing in order to get some added warmth. She had wondered the cause for the change, wonder if she had caught the flu or some other illness with a fever that did not subside easily. Time with Adrien seemed to relieve some of the symptoms of what she considered to be the fever, but the chill still took hold of her firmly. She did use it as a reason to hold his hand more, to steal some of his warmth while they were hanging out. He seemed more than happy to indulge her requests. Eventually, Tikki ventured up the information that it was likely related to their miraculous, an effect of the two growing closer as partners and two halves of a whole. It would fade, in time, as they got to know one another without the masks and secrets between then, and truly became a cohesive unit. She’d dare to say more like soulmates because there was no doubt in her mind now that they were made for one another.
They were just meant to be.
Aside from the chill, she had felt normal once the flu-like behavior subsided. The other change she had failed to notice (and possibly neglected to hear Tikki mention this, due to distractions with some of the other information passed along) was the fact that flowers had become a sort of snack. Idly, she would pass by flowers in the bakery, often drawn to them more than once. She had failed to notice that the second visit resulted in her nibbling upon one of the petals that she had snagged. She went about her day like this, none saw her actually eat the flowers, but the fact that the petals seemed to fall off a lot faster did draw some frustration with her parents as they needed to order more flowers more frequently. It wasn’t until Tikki reiterated that Marinette became conscious of the habit and made a mental note not to eat the flowers every time she passed by. Some, she could not resist the call and ended up with a snack before she could think to stop herself.
Today, the cold was not so bad. Her walk home was pleasant as her time with her friends brought a much needed relief and help with the homework she found herself struggling on. It was lucky that she was not as cold, because she took her time in returning home. Her parents, who she appreciated greatly, had started to become more and more suffocating with their expectations. They did not state their disappointment firmly, or with words, but explained their expectations fo her future with no room for her to protest or explain that was not the future she wanted. She knew they thought she spent too much time designing clothes, too much time focused on fashion, too much time away from home, and too much time with a boy. It made her linger, reluctant to return to their watchful eyes, knowing that she was disappointing them though she didn’t want to.
She found an excuse to delay, sending them a message that she’d be home later than expected because the protect for school needed to be perfect. Their response was delayed, but gave their approval. They wanted perfect grades, and they didn’t need to know that it was long done and top mark quality.
As she passed by the shops, it was the florist that caught her immediate attention. She stood outside for a long moment, fighting the urge to go inside. The reminder of ‘do not eat the flowers’ rang loudly in her head. But the impulse, the desire, slowly began to win out. She could just be around them, no eating, just… Stand nearby and be in their presence. She shook her head, and made to leave but her hand was upon the door and pushed it open before she could head elsewhere. Startled by her own actions, the chime of the bell that announced customers entering and leaving left her in a temporary stupor before the woman’s voice caught her full attention. Bluebell eyes were drawn to her while her cheeks flushed a shade of red. Her breath caught for a moment as she registered what was said. ”Oh. I’m sorry… I didn’t realize. I was just….” Her voice faded out as the flowers drew her attention away.
”Distracted…” She finished though her voice was distant and still distracted though Tikki, within her pocket, nudged her side to remind her that she had been speaking only moments before.”I’m sorry, but what kind of flower is that?” She asked as her hand lifted to point out a particular flower that caught her gaze. It was bright, vibrant, full of angles and sharp edges. She had seen them before but never paid them much mind, never bothered to learn their name but the impulses lately were too hard to resist. She didn’t necessarily want to eat it — no, she did. Part of her wanted to see how it would taste upon her tongue, to see if it would be bitter and harsh as the angles appeared to be or would it be sweet, like a fruit because of the bright colors. But, she shook herself out of it with a snap back to reality, eyes widening just a fraction as she came to. The color returned to her cheeks and she cleared her throat.
She had to get it together. ”You don’t have to answer that. I’m sorry, I should go since you’d probably like to get home once you finish getting cleaned up.” She didn’t want to be a customer her made an employee stay late because she felt entitled to be there, didn’t want to be the one who dragged someone’s day down when all they wanted to do was go home. She knew how bad that experience was and dared not to impose that upon someone else.
OZAKI KOUYOU // i'm throwing my little ladybug at you. i'm sorry that she wants to eat your flowers. <3 and the flower i picked is the birds of paradise~