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Daminette December Day 10
@daminette-december2019-2020
Heyy guys, I’m sorry it’s late but life happened, I’ve kinda been going through something in my personal life and I just really struggled to get motivated to write this but I got my shit together.
I’ll most likely be back on the regular from now on. I’m posting Day 11 and 12 as a oneshot, using both prompts in one just to make it a bit easier on myself. And I’ll be posting it like right after this.
I’ll try to post both day 13 and day 14 tomorrow. 
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
Princes and Pedestals
Chapter 10 – Freedom
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Next: Chapter 11, Day 13 Princes and Pedestals
Next: day 11 and 12, Daminette December One shot.
Damian stood on his balcony and stared out at the forest. Today was a good day.
He got to know Marinette. She was sweet, but they both kept their walls up, as though they were dancing a delicate waltz that could shatter around them in seconds.
He felt refreshed, a new feeling. Usually, after any interaction with people, he’d be incredibly drained. It was the first time after a conversation that he felt energized.
Very energized.
It was almost midnight and he, an early bird, still couldn’t fall asleep.
Maybe it was the nagging feeling that hadn’t left him since the day Marinette disappeared.
The nagging feeling that would come and go.
The feeling that he was being watched.
“What’s on your mind, kid?” Plagg asked, landing on his shoulder.
“Feeling restless,” he replied, Plagg hummed in response and studied the scenery with him.
They stood in comfortable silence and Damian allowed himself to sink into it. Too many people in his life had a constant need to fill the quiet.
From his balcony, he looked at the courtyard where he trained every day, the gardens, usually buzzing with life and color  now disappeared into the quiet darkness. The gardens didn’t look at all like they did during the day.
He looked up. But the stars... the light blue daytime sky simply couldn’t compare to the gorgeous map of shining lights that seemed so incredibly far away.
The night didn’t shine nearly as bright as the day. But he could never deny that it was just as, if not more, beautiful.
And as he stared into the dark, moonlit world, he felt it call out to him.
Standing on his balcony simply wasn’t enough.
He wanted more.
As though reading his mind Plagg said, “You wanna transform?”
Damian nodded and climbed onto the railing of his balcony. He said the phrase and felt his clothing shift into something new.
It was armor, but not the traditional sort. It was light and quiet, allowing him to move without a sound. He had cat ears on his head and a tail lazily swung behind him, keeping his balance as he studied himself further.
The padding he wore felt and acted like leather, but it was stronger than metal. He wore a pair of boots and an equally well padded pair of trousers. His hair was now messy and slightly longer than usual.
He had a baton on his right hip as well as a katana tied secured on his back. His mask covered his mouth with a light fabric that was easy to breathe through but hid his face well.
He also had a hood, which he discovered had holes for his cat ears. His outfit also had a few dark green highlights and trimmings.
He took his baton off his hip and moved it from hand to hand, it was pretty light. He pressed the button that Plagg had explained would lengthen it. He let it keep going until it hit the ground.
He smirked and jumped down, falling down from the pole. When he was a few feet from the ground, he jumped down and shortened it again.
He eyed the woods. Maybe... maybe just checking for any imposters would ease his anxiety. Then he could be certain that no one was watching him and he was safe. And if anything happened he had the fighting skill to back himself up as well as Plagg's Cataclysm if worse came to worse.
He ran through the forest for an hour without finding anything. His first step had been to lengthen his baton to allow him to see above the treetops, using his night vision, he checked for smoke, in case someone had made a small campfire.
After that he'd simply explored on foot, enjoying the silence and solitude as well as the scenery.
Lifetime in the woods was something completely different and it just enchanted him.
Much like something - someone- else in his life.
He allowed himself to get lost in thought as he looked out for any signs of someone being in the forest.
Marinette was as beautiful as the night. When he'd first gotten to know her he'd thought her hair was as beautiful as the night sky. He looked up through the leaves and knew then that he wasn’t wrong.
He looked back in front of him only to run face first into a very hard tree. The bark pressed hard into his skin and he fell on his butt.
He sat on the floor, glaring at the tree. He checked to make sure he hadn’t gotten hurt, but it turned out that the only thing wounded was his pride.
He started to get up but he heard voices speaking and he instantly froze.
“I can’t believe you two have been sneaking off – and without me,” said the first, a girl.
“Yeah, well, your moods are pretty unpredictable. We didn’t wanna risk you blabbing,” said another girl.
The first girl gave an offended huff, “I don’t blab! I would never blab!”
“Hey keep it down you two, we don’t want to get caught,” a boy said sternly.
‘Too late for that,’ Damian thought smugly.
“Guys, I have a bad feeling about this,” another male voice said.
Damian decided that was his cue. He jumped out and landed in front of them, “Good gut you’ve got there,” he smirked, flexing his claws, “Mind if I borrow it?”
He studied the three figures. Two women and one man- wait where was the second man?
He felt something hard hit the back of his head and the world faded to black.
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