If I get enough of these snippets of ideas done, I’ll make this an official drabble fic.
There were oddities happening in Gabriel’s home. Things he can’t explain. Things that were starting to concern him.
Items would be disappearing from where he left them, when he knows he always puts things back from where he had placed them. But they were gone. Not even misplaced. And this was incredibly bothersome.
He’s been hearing random knocking. And with the grandiose state of his home, it echoed, which leaves Gabriel scrambling to try and figure out where the knocking was coming from. There was no anywhere and no one else in this damn house was hearing it.
And then items started to move.
Right in front of Gabriel.
A chandeleur would rock. A vase would slide slightly on it’s podum. A dress form would start to rattle and shake. Pictures in his office would fall over at random.
He would go to check it and find nothing.
And of course, no one else was experiencing these issues.
And then came the whispers. The softest of sounds that Gabriel can barely hear, just enough that he does, but not enough for him to know what’s being said.
And no one else was hearing it.
Finally, it reached a point that Gabriel cleared his schedule and left to go see a priest. Felix stood at a window to see him off, his snickering kwami settled on his shoulder. From where he stood, watching Gabriel get into the car to drive off, he didn’t bother hiding the smug smirk on his lips.
