" It can't end like this." Gabriel murmured looking at his tapestries, his voice warbling as a lump formed in his throat.
A muttering went up among the former holders, many gesticulating their hand and pointing at tapestries.
" And it doesn't have to end this way."
The fashion designer stares at Quinn for a long moment before said, " You said that is how this ends. " He flicks his eyes from the former holder to tapestries, and back again, before swallowing hard." That's my future. "
" Each one of us is a holder of Butterfly Miraculous. And what is the meaning of the butterfly?"
Gabriel furrowed his brow as stared coldly at him, trying to figure out if this was all some kind of a test or a cruel joke.
" Butterfly is primarily associated with symbolism of change and transformation. Powerful transformation, metamorphosis in our life, personality and moving through different life cycles."
Both Quinn and Gabriel looked at each other for a moment and then he twirled the past miraculous holder before saying.
"Our history is over. But your life is a book in progress, and you are the author. Past is there to guide us. Future to motivate us. However, the only one that really matters is Present. Every day shapes the next. Every little thing could make a powerful change. If you makes the right choices, you can change the future, Gabriel, it's not too late."
Quinn grabbed Gabriel's hand and put a beautiful wooden butterfly in his palm. Man's fingers wrapped around the butterfly, feeling its weight and Quinn's warmth still on it.
" That future... that's up to you. Don't forget that. " Previous Butterfly Miraculous Holder whispered conspiratorially and put his hand on Gabriel's heart. Gabriel looked at him and Quinn smirked at men.
Before Gabriel could comment, Quinn's hand suddenly started to glow white.
And then a blast of stron magic energy ran through his heart like an errant locomotive which knocks him out cold.
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When Gabriel woke he felt a soft bed underneath him. He have the worst headache he've ever had in his life.
His eyelids fluttered half-open and closed again, once, twice, then opened all the way. And finaly he saw a white celling but couldn't make out details through his hazy vision. He feel a bit weird but that wasn't bad.
Soft, warm blanket laid on his chest, tucked neatly under his left armpits. He was wearing different clothes from earlier. One long IVs feed into his arm, giving him a basic saline drip.
And the pounding in his head had slightly reduced.
Gabriel wondered about this, the feeling of lessened pain, then stiffened when he felt something shift in his hand. Hesitantly, his gaze slowly shifts from the ceiling tiles as turned his head, then his eyes slighty widened when he saw that it was Adrien.
Teeneger boy was sitting in a chair that was pressed up against his bed, leaning over it so that half of his torso was lying on the foot of bed next to his right knee.
Adrien's hands were wrapped tightly around his father right one, his fingers relaxed, but Gabriel could tell boy had to restrain himself from clutching it too tight. His son quietly snored.
And he wasn't the only person in that room.
The second chair was occupied by Nathalie. She asleep, head pillowed on her shoulder, her eyelids fluttering with every Adrien's gentle snore. Gorilla was siting on couch in corner of room, with his eyes closed. Made him looked like a statue.
A fashion designer slighty smiled at them and slowly sit on bed, making some noise.
Adrien woke up first and his face lit up when he saw his father was awake. Before Gabriel could say or do anything, his son was up and out of his chair and into father's arms, hugging him tightly.
" Father, you're awake! "
Then teen boy jumped to his feet and dashed away. Probably to get a nurse or something.
A second later, Gorilla gets off the couch and he followed boy leaving Gabriel with Nathalie.
He found her staring at him with the concerned expression.
" So, why am I in hospital?" He asks, voice sluggish and thick from long time of disuse.
" You had a heart attack, then fainted and hit your head on the ground, and an pretty hard." Nathalie replied, trying hard to sound professional.
" How long have I been sleepin'? "
" Two days. "
" Where is Nooroo and Miraculous? "
Just then, Kwami came out of Nathalie's blazer.
" I'm here Master. "
"Nooroo," he whispered as extended one of his hand towards the figure, which just flew gracefully onto it.
Gabriel opened his mouth to say something, then feel that he had something smooth in his other hand. He looked down and saw a wooden butterfly in his palm.
" Master, are you alright? You look like something's wrong. "
" Everything's fine. "
But his voice sound like that's not entirely true.
...to be continued
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