He can’t stop himself from using it, even as he knows the toll the damaged Miraculous takes on him.
Written for Kwami Swap Week Day 6 - Peacock
Warning for a character succumbing to the effects of the Peacock Miraculous, though it’s ambiguous as to whether that means death, magical coma, whatever.
“Tell any callers that I’m not to be disturbed for the next half-hour, Nathalie.”
Nathalie spun in her chair to face him, her usually stoic composure slipping just a hair, and Gabriel could read the protest in her face before she said a single word.
“Just a half-hour, Nathalie. I will resume my normal schedule afterwards.”
He knew she could hear the warning in his tone, the unspoken reminder that she was his assistant. It wasn’t her place to judge his private affairs, and he knew she knew that.
“Very well, sir,” she said, assuming her usual manner. She turned back to her desk, apparently unconcerned. Gabriel knew better, of course, and as he strode away, he saw the subtle motions she made over her phone. No doubt informing the one person who did have the place to judge his private affairs.
But if he was quick, he knew he could still get a decent session in before Emilie interrupted.
He’d considered, of course, simply not informing Nathalie (and by extension, Emilie) whenever he was taking a break for…inspiration. It would certainly make things easier for him. But he disliked the idea of sneaking around his own home like a common thief.
Gabriel pressed in the code to the hidden elevator, letting it take him up to his private study.
In truth, it wasn’t much of a study. Just a mostly bare attic, with just a standing desk, a sketchbook, and a large window that could be opened and closed to let the light in.
And, of course, the jewel.
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