Gabriel agrees with the claim that beauty was in the eye of the beholder. He can acknowledge that all had different tastes and views of beauty, that there was always something unique that drew people in. In the far future, he can especially attest to this with his future son-in-law, a man Gabriel viewed to be an absolute jester and distraction, and yet, for some reason, his wife adored him and thrived off the invasive levity.
But as of now, in this present, he stood resolute in what he thought of beautiful.
He cherished what drew him in.
Every opportunity, Gabriel moved to preserve what was beautiful to him.
Typically in very large extremes.
So where most would store that beauty in small pictures taken from a camera and hung up on a wall, Gabriel's preferred choice of preservation were in paintings. Grand, detailed paintings. Of the visual arts, paintings were Gabriel's favorite form of art.
Perhaps it was something he inherited from his mother, who filled her black and white home with colorful paintings of surrealism. Though his preference in paintings were with the people in life that he loved and admired.
When he had first fallen in love with Vanessa, he had secretly funded a painter to capture her beauty, one he desired to enjoy to himself. To be his inspiration. So in full of fondness and wonder was he, he could not help but base the symbol of his fashion line off his muse, a simple butterfly. Duusu often scoffed at his infatuation and his shyness of her, pushing him to go meet her, display and dance before her, woo her like a real peacock.
Gabriel was unsure though, his coloration far more marvelous in his works than his physical appearance.
It took that butterfly coming to him, her wings folded in, her smile shy and flustered, her green eyes so warm.
It was embarrassing how easily she took his breath away; and he wouldn't have it any other way and not with anyone else.
And post their reveal, now happily married, he filled as many rooms as he could with lovely paintings capturing her beauty. Even if she was away from him, he would find her close to him one way or another, that she was there, that she loved him and is a miraculous part of his life.
He would by lying too, if he said he didn't some some small enjoyment seeing her starry eyed and flustered at his admiration of her, how he made sure to have her smile captured, the glow of her green eyes secured in the loose, blendable colors of paint.
She once told him that he had too many paintings of her.
He breathed that there could be no such thing.
In the Agreste household, filling the home with paintings was a tradition.
A tradition he sought to continue.
And when Marinette came into their life, it was only natural that he had paintings done in her splendor as well, preserving his beautiful child, her sky blue eyes, her warm, sunny smile, her energy.
He wanted paintings that had any visitors stop and peer at his daughter in wonder.
She was someone that was going to shine.
Gabriel knows she will.
What he didn't expect was for Marinette to adopt this habit too.
He was just finishing up the latest drawing when Duusu darted into his office, a ball of excited energy, her pink eyes bright. "You gotta come see this!" she proclaimed.
Gabriel paused, sparing a glance to the peacock kwami. "See what?" he asked.
Duusu shook her head and waved her arms at him wildly, insisting, "Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeoncomeo-"
"Alright, alright," Gabriel cut in, rolling his eyes, "I'm coming."
He followed Duusu, surprised that she was guiding him to Marinette's room.
He gave her a warning knock before coming in, coming past the black and white staircase that lead to the second floor. Looking over to her pink drawing desk, Gabriel found Marinette perched on top, pinning up drawings on her s ketch wall.
"Hard at work?" he asked, coming near, looking over the sheets of paper, checking to see if there are any drawings of Duusu he needed to sneak away, to secure that the kwami would just be viewed and remembered as an imaginary friend.
Marinette gave a chirpy hum back, wiggling back to peer at what she just pinned up, grinning.
She pointed to it, insisting, "Look!"
Gabriel looked, expecting more drawings of clothes and accessories that she likes to practice.
He blinked to see a drawing of him, Ariel, and Marinette all together, smiling towards the viewers.
He cracked a small smile, running a hand through her hair and leaning over to press a kiss to her head. "Would you like to get that framed, petit oiseau?"
"Yes!" Marinette quickly confirmed.
Above them, Duusu wiggled in giddy glee.
So many family feels.
Her heart was very full right now.
There needs to be more focus on Gabriel being so in love with his wife.