A/N: Hey, Y'all! This is last official entry in this series. Though there will be one more bonus snip I wrote for Captain Hardrock(darn writers) it won't really be about Hawkmoth, just me being annoyed and in a Miraculous Mood :) Thank you to an unknown reviewer for reviewing the last chapter, I was really appreciative of that, even if they didn't do it on their main account. Now then, I hope you've enjoyed my humble take on looking to see what's really behind the emotional mask of the masked man, and I hope to see Y'all reviewing and reading again soon. Enjoy!
I doubt you need it at this point, but big spoilers for S2 of Miraculous Ladybug. Smile, because it's a good day to be alive :)
Episode: S2 Ep 12 - Captain Hardrock
Rating: K
Warning: Gabriel angstily remembering the perfection that was their full family
Inspirations: All Agrestes playing music, and how Gabriel insists they must be soloists
Gabriel sat in his office, thinking. It was a slow day, people in Paris were almost all happy because of the music festival later that day, and no one would even stay angry long enough to be akumatized. He shook his head, and sighed. Didn't Adrien understand that Gabriel was merely trying to push him to perfection?
"I'd make better progress if I could play with other musicians", that's what he responded with. Gabriel shook his head again. There was no harmony here, not anymore. They used to be a beautiful trio, Gabriel, Emelie, and Adrien. But Emelie had been the star of the show, had orchestrated the soft, slow sonatas of sadness and the quick, happy concerti that held them together. Gabriel, the deep and solemn bass, Emilie, the cheery and boisterous cello, and Adrien, the innocent and beautiful violin.
Maybe, out of his own spite, he had made the two of them soloists. Maybe the pain he felt from the memory was too much for a duet. "Would you like to play this piece with me, Father, as a duet?" Maybe, just maybe, his musical soul had been screaming to be freed, and Adrien was the only one playing soft enough to hear it.
