[ things haven't gotten easier, but he's slipped into a kind of routine with skarmory that's made things a little easier. plagg doesn't bother to hide, either; which is all for the better, given he felt he was entitled to a bit of freedom after how far both him and adrien had been pushed during the entire ordeal. the teen couldn't exactly disagree.
adrien's at the table with plagg (who's quite content with a plate of camembert) when the knocking on the door comes. with a look to the kwami (reaction: deep sigh, then hiding) he moves to the door, a multitude of emotions still running him through but somewhat less than when they'd first gotten back.
... that all changes when he opens the door, of course. he knows how this place works by now, but that doesn't mean he's not frozen in place by the sight of steven there, not bloody or stabbed through and alive.
the words don't come immediately. the relief and the guilt and other indescribable things do. but when he can finally put together one single thing, a name, it comes out shakily: ]
—S...Steven.
[ oh.
it's almost like that was just a bad nightmare that he repeats occasionally.
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adrien's at the table with plagg (who's quite content with a plate of camembert) when the knocking on the door comes. with a look to the kwami (reaction: deep sigh, then hiding) he moves to the door, a multitude of emotions still running him through but somewhat less than when they'd first gotten back.
... that all changes when he opens the door, of course. he knows how this place works by now, but that doesn't mean he's not frozen in place by the sight of steven there, not bloody or stabbed through and alive.
the words don't come immediately. the relief and the guilt and other indescribable things do. but when he can finally put together one single thing, a name, it comes out shakily: ]
—S...Steven.
[ oh.
it's almost like that was just a bad nightmare that he repeats occasionally.
hello again you big buttface. ]