She grabbed her yo-yo, now limp. Not as a weapon. As a tuning fork. She struck it against the metal railing. It vibrated, but made no sound. But she felt it—a pure, silent frequency.
“My Lady!” Cat Noir’s voice was a ghost, barely there. Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir
“That was close,” a voice said. She turned. Adrien was there, violin in hand, smiling softly. “You know, for a second, I thought I saw Ladybug trip over a sandbag. But that’s impossible. Ladybug never trips.” She grabbed her yo-yo, now limp
A swarm of rose-gold notes—not ladybugs, but musical notes—rained down. Instruments restrung themselves. Voices returned. The erased lullaby flooded back into her ear, and she wept a little, silently. She grabbed her yo-yo