It fit like a glove over her frame, and his eyes were drawn completely in under her spell.
There was a rustic charm to it, to realizing that her suit could have been so much more to boldly proclaim herself as a model or the very equivalent of one regardless of profession.
It was like suiting up for the first time all over again and getting a chance to see her completely transformed; it was almost a mirror of what he surely looked like except that there was a charm in how hidden the suit made her appear.
Dark greens blended into shadows, and her gorgeous blond hair only spilled out just so; he was transfixed.
Hawkmoth couldn't quite help but find it odd; it was odd to be attracted to her even more so since she was dressed in something so unlike the clothing that she'd normally wear, it was odd to be drawn in under her charm like a magnet.
His wife had always been gorgeous and yet seeing the way that she stood, suited up, a gorgeous peahen, more subdued than any peacock could ever be, had left a part of himself speechless and dried his throat up like a desert had just swept into the space between his teeth and tongue.
"So Hawkmoth, what's first line of business?" Something in the faux professional tone brought a smile to his face.
"Just try out our powers for now." He murmured, happy to see the smile that lit up her face, deciding that may be a part of him found it a little exotic to see his wife appear for once not like the woman that regularly had caught many men's eyes.
She'd been beautiful, had worn a great many beautiful outfits ever since she was born, and he knew somehow that she loved this one a great deal for it was freeing and came with a bow tied box of freedom.
La Paon was beautiful in her own way, and all that Hawkmoth wanted to do was savor that quaint beauty even though it was perhaps odder than odd to admire the gentle way that her suit made her blend in with every shadow, odd to savor how plain her attire was especially when he'd always been so invested in fashion, so in love with it, and worked hard to make the best designs that he could.
She could look beautiful in anything or may be just about anything, and he found himself admiring the casual beauty of her, something alien, he realized, to most people; most loved the extravagant, the lavish, the attempt to draw in eyes.
La Paon is a peahen, not a peacock, and while her male counterpart would ostentatiously show off his bright and breathtaking feathers, she would not; her beauty came from within or something just a little different.
She didn't need to flaunt to shine, and Gabriel appreciated that; she just needed to be there, to even blend in at times.
La Paon was pretty in the way of a peahen blending in among her sisters, pretty in the way of slipping into shadows to hide in the dark; during the day, she'd have to reach out and would be easy to spot.
At night, she ruled, hopping past shadows and across rooftops, leading Hawkmoth on a dead chase, not meant for either of them to catch each other, and definitely not meant for a gain; she was simply stretching her legs and letting joy seep into her suit.
He can't help after letting her have her fun for about a half an hour or more, looping his arms casually around her waist and pulling his wife into a kiss; it's perfect with the passion that flutters to the surface, the passion that doesn't die when it isn't shown off, and he loves her more for it, for always bravely loving him back.