Red and Blue make Purple

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kaleidopup asked:

Adrien and the letter Y

miraculousturtle answered:

tears

This is not the first time they’ve been alone in his kitchen, in his big and lonely house, with no words whispered between them.

Adrien can barely see, his eyes screwed tight as tears try to fall. The knife in his hand bites into the butcher block cutting board and he leaves it there stuck in the wood.

Turning around, he uses the back of his hand to wipe his eyes. Leaning against the counter, fingers grip the surface. “How could you?”

And Marinette has tears in her own eyes, he knows. He just can’t see because it stings too much to look. Her voice is small from where she stands, the width of his kitchen seeming miles long as they stand on opposite sides of the room.

“He seemed like such a nice guy at the time…” Marinette voice trails.

He bites his thumb, the pain in his eyes too much to handle. However, the distraction doesn’t stop the tears that finally spill over on his cheeks.

With a hoarse voice, he lets them fall and blearily looks at the woman on the other side of the room. For a breath, green eyes find blue despite all the tears.

But then, he exhales and the biggest smile breaks across his face as he wipes the tears away again. Laughing, he moves across the room and grabs her in a bear hug.

“I swear to god, Princess,” he breathes into her hair. “Next time we go to the farmer’s market, let’s skip the onion stall.”

And though her cheeks are still tear-stained, he can’t ignore how happy she looks when she peers up at him. “Of course, babe.”