“It doesn’t count,” she murmured. “Not if all he knows is the perfect persona. That’s not me. Do you get what I mean?“
Adrien’s words flowed out of him without real thought, his tone casual. He was still reeling.
"I’m a model, Ladybug. I know exactly what you mean.”
She stilled, studying his face with growing horror.
He patted his own chest.
“This is not me. I’m not perfect and warm and kind. I get jealous and
mean just like everyone else. I can be impulsive and make stupid
mistakes too. And no one knows that.”
–from a witch’s familiar by @metawohoo
this scene filled me with a mighty need to do some ladrien yesterday. i swear there’s so much potential for delicious angst in this ship, i love it. ;0;
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