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Day 7

Tuesday

Mom

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He always felt a connection, a bond, to his mother. It was something that couldn’t be explained. It was just so different.

And even after his mother’s death, the bond was still there. The intensity varied from place to a place. It was oddly strong in one of the floors of the house, really no special place. In this place it was like the bond was pulling him towards something underneath the mansion.

The bond was also very present in their favorite park, or an ice cream parlor they often wen,t to or her statue in the garden and her portrait in his father’s studio.

One day the bond was suddenly strong. It was already strong before but this was different as if something activated it and let it’s true power show.

The bond was pulling, no, guiding, him.

Guiding him towards her portrait.

He pressed onto hidden buttons of the drawing, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

The ground beneath sunk lower. But he didn’t flinch. He knewthis was the right way.

Instead of dirt he saw a grande room with water, trees, butterflies and a casket.

He didn’t need the bond to know that he had to step out of the glass elevator and onto the bridge like metal building and go to it’s very end.

While walking down the path he felt like the main character, he didn’t know if as the hero or as the bad guy. He wasn’t sure about that, but he knew this was important, would change him.

And as he reached the end of it, he saw someone. Someone all to familiar who shouldn’t be here, laying in a casket.

He didn’t know what to do or what to say or... anything.

He just broke down behind the casket not being able to handle seeing his mother like this.

His cries grew quieter over time and he was ready to get back up and face her.

“Emilie, I did it! I fixed it!”

His father. Why had he never told him about this?

Adrien took a few more breaths. Ready to question his father, he stepped out from behind the casket.

“Father, wha-“

Instead of his father there was Hawkmoth standing in front of him, proudly holding up the peacock miraculous.

“A-adrien. What are you doing here?”

“What are youdoing here, father? Why is mother here? A-and why are you Hawkmoth? What is going on?”

Adrien couldn’t hold himself together, he broke down and let everything out. All the bottles up emotions.

Gabriel was shocked to say the least, he didn’t want his son to find out like this.

“Nooroo, dark wings fall.”

The fatherly dude in Gabriel took over seeing Adrien. So he sat down next to Adrien and hugged him.

“I’m sorry.”

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Day 14

Tuesday

Dreams

@adrienagresteseptember2021

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It wasn’t much of a task. They were supposed to write down their childhood dream for class.

But for some reason Adrien had still struggled with the task.

He watched a lot of old recordings and looked at his drawings and some pictures.

In the end, he was satisfied with the outcome of his research.

And Mme. Bustier was now asking everyone what their childhood dream was-is, it depends.

She started with Nino, logically.

“I wanted to be a bubble breathing dinosaur.”

Nino earned a few chuckles for that.

“What a nice dream, Nino. Adrien?”

“Oh, I always wanted to be what my parents want me to be and to make them proud of me.”

“How nice of you, but do you also have a childhood dream of what you wanted to be for yourself and not your parents?”

“I just want to be the perfect son for them and make them proud.”

“Alright. Marinette, what is your childhood dream?”

Adrien felt like he said something wrong, maybe he understood the task wrong.

“I dreamt of being the knitting fairy.”

“Well, you’re on a good way to become a sewing fairy. Alya?”

“I’m not sure miss, I can’t remember and neither can my family.”

“That’s alright, Alya, don’t worry. Ivan?”

“I wanted to have long and pretty hair like my mother.”

“Your hair may not be very long but it’s very pretty. Nathaniel, what about you?”

“I dreamed about being a comedian.”

No, he did understand the task right and he did as told.

“I have to say, some of your comics are pretty funny. Juleka?”

“Do I have to?”

“No, of course not. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing then that’s completely fine. Rose, do you want to share?”

“I wanted to be an angel because they help people like doctors or fairies.”

Maybe Mme Bustier didn’t like his answer, but he fulfilled the task.

Mme Bustier smiles sadly at that.

“You would’ve been the greatest angel. Max?”

“Roboter.”

“I hope building one is as good. Kim?”

“...”

“He fantasized about being a model.”

It was an interesting thought.

“I don’t know if this was you place to answer Alix, but your turn now.”

“I wanted to be the best at everything I want break every existing rule or boundary.”

“Then nothing much changed. Myléne?”

“I-i often pretended to be a plant.”

“What a beautiful dream. Okay, Chloé?”

“I wanted to be like my mommy.”

There’s it again! The same expression Mme Bustier had at his answer!

He knew Chloé and her mother didn’t have the best relationship so it was understandable.

But what is wrong with his answer?

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it as the class broke out into laughter over Sabrina’s childhood dream wanting to be a Rock’n’Roll legend, not being able to imagine it.

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"You have Arthur's complete trust" Merlin laughs when Gwen tells him this and asks her what she is talking about.

Gwen looks at him strangely, as if she thinks Merlin is joking but then she sees Merlin's expression and can't hide her surprise.

"Merlin, you do realise that you're the person Arthur trusts most in the world, right?" Merlin chuckles again but this time it is with a sense of guilt and annoyance that won't let him alone.

"I don't think so."

Gwen, who until then had been mending one of Morgana's dresses, puts down her needle and thread and looks at him seriously, Merlin doesn't think he has ever seen her like that.

"You two fooling around and teasing each other is fine, Merlin, but you can't really think Arthur doesn't trust you. You can come and go from his rooms as you please, whether he's there or not, you have the keys to his room, and you're the only person who has them, and the whole castle knows perfectly well that Arthur has priceless things in there. I know you shave him every morning and believe me, that is not the job of a manservant,"

"But he is the one who-"



"That's right, Merlin. He's the one who."

Gwen seems genuinely annoyed that Merlin doesn't grasp how much Arthur trusts him, and Merlin finds himself having a chasm in his chest because he doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to think about Arthur's trust in him, he doesn't want to think that Arthur thinks Merlin is a person worthy of his trust, because Arthur is the most noble and sincere person in the world and Merlin is hiding most of his life from him.

"I have to go, Gwen."

Merlin leaves everything where he is and does not even turn around when Gwen (probably guilt-ridden from that lecture) calls him back.

Merlin hides in the first crevice he finds and struggles to breathe.

He struggles to breathe because Arthur trusts him and he knows it, but he tries to think about it as little as possible. He tries to live life day by day and not think about tomorrow and how long it is that he is lying to him. He tries not to have a heart attack every time Arthur looks at him and smiles or pats him on the back saying "good job!" or when Arthur is the first to worry about him when they are attacked by bandits.

Merlin tries not to think about Arthur's scream when they were separated on a mission and Merlin had to drop rocks to protect him. He tries not to think about the time he had to steal the keys from Arthur's room and Arthur, finding him in the room early in the morning, didn't bat an eyelid at the excuse of the woodworms because Arthur trusts him and simply told him to leave.

Merlin is a horrible person who does not deserve this kind of trust, not when he is lying to the most important person in his life.

"Breathe."

Merlin, caught in the middle of a panic attack he didn't even realise was happening, jerks at the voice and Arthur's hand resting on his shoulder.

"Breathe, Merlin, come on, in and out, calmly, follow me" Arthur takes deep breaths and Merlin tries to keep up with him but Arthur's mere presence makes the situation worse and Merlin finds himself with tears in his eyes as Arthur looks at him more and more worried.

"Gwen!" shouts Arthur then and Gwen is at his side within moments "Go get Gaius, I can't move Merlin from here in this condition."

Gwen looks at Merlin and she's so worried and feeling so guilty that Merlin wants to say something to her but is already so much if he can breathe.

Gwen leaves and Arthur and Merlin are alone and Arthur strokes his back trying to calm him down and Merlin bursts into tears. 
Arthur lays a hand on his shoulder and settles him on top of him, not holding him too tightly for fear of Merlin's breathing getting worse.

"I was looking all over for you, you know? I thought you'd be at the tavern or having fun somewhere and instead, I find you here doing the doppol-head."

Merlin laughs between sighs and sobs and Arthur continues.

"You have a myriad of tasks to do. My armour is completely ruined, I have no idea where my sword is and you were supposed to revise my speech for this afternoon but apparently, you had better things to do."

Merlin's breathing calmed and he was finally able to concentrate better, noticing that the king was sitting on the dirt floor next to him and practically rocking him.

"Arthur…"

Arthur turns his head slightly but they still can't make eye contact.

"I have magic."

Arthur stiffens and Merlin already feels lost without his king by his side even though he is still physically there.

"Alright," Arthur murmurs and Merlin gets up to look at him because there is no way he is hearing correctly. Arthur turns to look at him and his expression isn't the happiest but Merlin can't blame him "we've been through a lot worse, haven't we?"

And etiquette be damned, what is right or not right to do at court, Merlin throws himself onto his king and holds him as if he never wants to let him go again, holds him trying to tell him everything he is unable to say right now in words.

Arthur holds him just as tightly and Merlin finally knows that everything will be all right.

And that is how Gwen and Gaius find them, embraced tightly in the middle of a corridor in Camelot.

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Alya: *deadpan* You once called yourself the proof of gods existence.

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