12 Years Ago...
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'Not much green,' Tikki chortled over my shoulder. I nodded and flicked out a green brush pen, swiftly pulling it across the thin paper, 'Now it's gorgeous!'
I smiled and thought of Adrien wearing my design at the gala tonight, there were too many possibilities. I stared up at the Eiffel Tower and drew the beams in my head, a short knee-length dress, white and grey, strewn with metal beads showing the reflection of the sun off the long beams.
Light sky, strong beams, the Eiffel tower was like staring into a mirror.
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"Whoa, Marinette!"
Tikki ducked in her purse, 'Eep!'
"Alya! What're you doing here?" Marinette exclaimed, half-surprised. Alya lowered her head, ignoring the question, and peered down at the sketch in Marinette's notebook, "That's really good Marinette! But why don't you create a dress for yourself?"
Marinette shook her head, "I don't know Alya...It's sort of a costume ball and for a moment I thought-"
"Thought what?"
Marinette sighed, "Well I thought I'd dress as the Eiffel tower." Alya nodded in agreement as if it weren't too bad of an idea then stretched out her legs and took a seat next to Marinette, "Let me see the design, of the Eiffel tower." Marinette looked at her friend, puzzled,
"What do you mean? It's right in front of you-"
Alya laughed, "No silly! The dress design," she annunciated and Marinette turned the page and plucked a grey pen from her brush pen case, she drew out what she had pictured in her head and handed it to Alya, covering her eyes.
"Is-Is it bad?"
Alya looked dumbfounded, "What do you mean bad? Your design is incredible, but I think you should add a little top hat headband for the hair." Marinette took the drawing back and sketched out a tiny black and grey top hat with a little lace and a tiny Eiffel tower ornament, "Good?"
"It's amazing." Alya smiled down at the page and traced her fingers across it. Marinette let out a long sigh in relief.
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Fanfiction| Marichat | Ongoing | Four years seemed to be a theme in Marinette's life. Four years of high school, four years of dating Luka, and four years without Alya. What else could go wrong in four years? It didn't matter. She'd seen it all. Romantic ties...
