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It took awhile for Marinette to wake up, she felt heavy with sleep plus the bed she was in was really comfortable and smelled incredible. When she finally sat up she noticed it seemed to be almost night time, the soft hues of the sunset were coming through the window, painting everything in the room in shades of orange. It took her a moment to realized tho, that she had not idea were she was.
She had woken up in an unfamiliar bed, inside an unfamiliar apartment. The place bedroom was nice, looked lived in and homely.
She couldn't find her phone anywhere near her so she decided to explore a bit. Slightly panicking she walked out of the room and into the hallway. There were two doors one on the left side of the hallway and one in front of her, both locked; on the other end of there was an open space with a living room, kitchen and a small dining space. Pictures adorned the walls and several books were scattered around the place "Grimoires" she briefly tough before moving on, not putting much thought into it. In her haste she ignored most of the stuff lying around and went to the door on the far end, which was locked too, she was about to open it with magic when she realized she felt different.
Her magic was stronger. Her body more developed. Backtracking to the room she woke into she hurry into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
She no longer looked 13. She was a bit taller, her hair longer and in a messy bun.There was no more baby fat on her face and her body seem a lot more fit. She gulped and took a deep breath, feeling the panic subside.
She sit down right there in the bathroom floor and took a moment to think.
The last thing she remembered was coming home from a saturday hangout with Alya and Nino. Adrien was supposed to be there and she was supposed to held his hand and eat ice cream from the same cone; but he never appeared.
"His father told him not to come..." She whispered as she remembered the feeling of dejection and sadness at the missed opportunity. She had loved him since they were 7 and in the same classroom. 6 years later they were still friends but nothing more.
Hanging out together only with Alya and Nino, to not third wheel , but never outside of a group. Thinking back on it now, she no longer felt like the world was coming to an end because she couldn't hold his hand the day before. She felt almost indifferent to it.
"Is it because I'm no longer that girl?" She stood up and looked at herself again. She looked 23 not 13. "13 year old Marinette would be in the middle of a panic attack right now, but I feel.. calmer, somehow." It seemed 23 year old Marinette was just fine with the idea of not being able to hold Adrien's hand.
A bit in a dazed she went out of the bathroom and walked back to the living room. Sitting down on the sofa she took a moment to close her eyes and take a feel of the apartment. In closer inspection it felt full of magic and love. Hers and someone else's.
It brought tears to her eyes. She felt so loved and happy inside this place. This was how she always imagined her future home would be like. Full of magic and love, even if Adrien was not magical himself, she used to believe she could make it work.
It seemed she couldn't . Tears started to fall. This only confirmed what she had suspected before, 23 year old Marinette didn't care about holding Adrien's hand because she wanted to hold someone else's .
Adrian was not her boyfriend but she had found someone to love, who loved her just as much. It was a bit bittersweet.
Looking down at the coffee table in front of her she noticed a plate with her favorite cookies, some milk and a pink note. Cleaning away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater she took the frame next to the cookies, it had a picture of a slightly younger, short hair Marinette with a man with a guitar. Tears threatening to fall again she hugged the frame to her chest.
This was the man that loved and cared for her so much Marinette could still feel it through the ambient magic in the apartment. This was the man 23 years old Marinette was in love with.
She grabbed a couple of cookies and took a closer look around, frame still close to her chest. The many pictures decorating the apartment depicted her, her family and friends through the years; and he was in a good amount of the pictures. Always by her side, a serene but happy smile adorning his face.
He was beautiful. He was magic.
It show around the apartment too. Several magic books were scattered in the living room. Soft music was coming off of an enchanted music sheet in the kitchen. Plants with magical properties decorated the apartment and she was pretty sure he was the one to enchant the cookies and milk to stay fresh and warm for her. She was never that good with enchantments herself, being more of a brewing potions type of girl.
Remembering the cookies she want back to the sofa and took the unread note in her hands.The note was handwritten by her for the looks of it and looked hastily made.
Spell gone wrong
Lose memory soon
Trust Luka
Effect gone in two
Whatever else she was gonna write was lost. "I must have passed out before finishing this..."
It was a bit troubling not knowing if the effect was gonna be gone in two days or two years, but she was glad to know it was just temporary. She had a feeling it wouldn't took that long tho. Relaxed now that she new she was safe and her memory loss was temporary, she made herself comfortable in the sofa to wait for this "Luka".
She couldn't wait to meet him again.