Adrien's Narrative

Only a few times in his life, Adrien felt pure bliss like he felt now.

The first time he felt happy, warm, comforted, was when he was a small child. He always hated storms, always -- especially thunderstorms. Something about the sudden flash of light and the loud crackle of thunder had Adrien at his wits end. As a child, he sobbed and cried during the storms and the only one who could get him to calm down was his mother. One night, it had gotten so bad that Adrien was physically shaking from fear, so his mother stayed at his side the whole night. She rocked him, sang him lullabies, and told him stories to pass the night. The moment when she held him in her arm, cocooning Adrien in warmth and humming a gentle lullaby to get him to fall back …show more content…
"We're going to get ice cream, my son." Adrien was sure that he looked liked a deer in the headlights with what his father said. But he soon dropped the look and followed his father out in a hurry. The rest of the day seemed to go perfectly as he spent time with his father, grabbing some ice cream and exploring Paris. The fight before hand was forgotten as Adrien was allowed to drag Gabriel all around Paris as he pleased, his father laughing and playing just along side with him. By the end of the day, both boys were tired when they came back home. As Gabriel was tucking Adrien into bed, Adrien asked his father to do this again with him. His father smiled and nodded, giving the first of many empty promises. Shortly after, his mother left both of them, leaving a shattered family. His father reverted into the now heartless man that Adrien knew today. But a small part of the boy's heart still held onto that promise, a promise to have his actual father back and not this dictator he had …show more content…
Wrapped in a nice cocoon of warmth, Adrien's nose was gifted with the smell of vanilla and strawberries? He didn't know but everything smelt like he was inside a pastry and he didn't want to leave it. He buried his face into something rather fluffy, inhaling the nice heavenly smell as he started to feel a nice sensation on the top of his head. Something, or someone, was massaging his scalp in the most blissful way possible that he never wanted it to stop. It felt so good that Adrien moved his head gently along with the massaging. Feeling a small rumble in his chest, Adrien was positive that he, himself, was purring. But honestly, he didn't care as long as whoever was massaging his scalp kept doing