Negative Space

[mistkitt]

Originally Posted: 03/09/16

*thunder rumbles ominously* MariChat Week Day 3: Sin.

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She couldn’t sleep.

The minutes ticked away. The stars turned above her head. A moonbeam cut into the shape of the skylight shone upon her beating heart, and Marinette wondered if it could see, like she could see, the corruption within.

For once upon a time, she had dedicated herself to a boy who shone like the sun. Her imagination spun fairy tales and fantasies of lovelorn princes in need of her gentle touch. Kindness immeasurable, manners impeccable, a smile that lit every dark corner of her being.

And now.

A shaking exhale.

Not a prince, but a shadow. A face she couldn’t see. A body cloaked in darkness, slinking towards her. Lithe. Seductive. And a voice that commanded her frantic heart:

Notice me.

Such a twisted, gut-wrenching pleasure that filled her as she walked down the street, hyperaware, knowing that he could be anywhere. Watching her. Just out of reach. All clad in leather. Lips curling, a flash of teeth, wrapping around a simple prayer:

Notice me.

How she burned at the memory of his hands in her hair and his lips on her neck and his legs pinning hers and her name on his tongue and his scent on her sheets and his taste on her lips and his heart beating in the palm of her hand.

How she ached and how she yearned.

Consumed by the shame of having lost herself in him so easily.

She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t concentrate knowing somewhere in Paris her heart was carried daily by a boy with no face, with no name, with no history, with no home.

And her prince, none the wiser. Staring at her from across the courtyard. A little smile playing on the corner of his lips as he lifted his hand in a wave, crushing her under the weight of her sin.