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Goliath x Elisa/GoLisa
Title: Effeuillant la Marguerite( she loves me, she loves me not)
Summary: Happens after the Awakening series. Goliath learning to come to terms with Demona's abandonment and his developing feelings for Elisa.
"Why the long face?"
They were high above the clouds. Nothing new, not all that interesting, at least not for him. But, he watched Elisa constantly kept nervously glancing around, checking to make sure she wouldn't fall from the railing up above.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. If you fall, I'll catch you"
Elisa frowned before looking at him with bright, brown eyes "easy for you to say, you've got wings!"
"Like I said I'll catch you"
"So like parachuting without a parachute" she mumbled, not sounding all that reassured by his insistence. He did not know what a parachute was.
"A what?"
"A parachute, its uh, um" she lifted her head in thought, tapping a finger against her bottom lip "it's like a large blanket that you tie to your back so you don't y'know-die."
"I see, so you fly with it"
"More like glide, like you do with your wings"
"I see."
He gazed over the railing, down below, his eyes grazing over all the lights and towers made of steel and glass, and the horseless carriages that zipped across the streets, though they varied in size, they all looked the same from his spot in the clouds.
It was still very hard to get used to.
All the lights, all the noise and commotion, even during the nightmare hours nothing stopped, the world kept going. Elisa had told him this place-New York, was known as the city that never sleeps.
It was a fitting phrase. Everything was always awake, always conscious that it nearly gave him a headache if he focused on all of it for too long. It ached for the quiet shore by the ocean side.
There in his free time he would walk and let his mind wander as he watched the ocean lap at the shore. His angel of the night would be by his side enjoying the quiet between them, in this solitude. It was their world and their world alone.
"You're frowning again?"
He didn't move to look at her. He wasn't sure what to say. To convey how he felt or how in a way she'd understand. Would she understand?
"Something on your mind?"
"This world is rather loud, noisy. Sometimes it's hard to hear my own thoughts"
"Oh?" She laughed a bit, it was an airy, lighthearted sound. It wasn't exactly mirthful, but it was not nervous either. He did not know to quite label it "I get it. It takes some time to get used to all the chaos."
"Does it bother you?"
"Hm? No, not really. I actually like all the noise"
"Why?"
"I don't know-" she pauses "I guess maybe I like it because it doesn't make me feel so lonely. Lets you know that they're still people out there. That despite everything, the world's still going. And that at least some things are still in one piece"
"You feel lonely?" He'd argue that it was almost impossible to feel lonesome in all this array of life and light. Yet, did he not feel the same?
"Lonely?" Elisa shrugged "not particularly. I'm pretty used to living on my own. It'd be ridiculous after all this time, wouldn't it"
"You don't have any family?"
"Of course!" She smiled "I have my younger siblings and my parents."
"You don't live with them?"
"No, we all left the nest. Beth, my little sisters studying up at a college in Arizona. And Derek's a cop like me. And both my parents are retried"
It was all very strange to him.
The separation of family.
"Gargoyle clans always stay together."
"You don't leave the coup?"
"You mean the rookery. After we reach a certain age then yes, but that doesn't mean we leave Wyvern"
"So, you guys never left Wyvern? Like ever?"
"No. Why would we? It is-was our home."
"So, you guys didn't travel much huh?"
"No, that was far too dangerous to stray far. My time was always wrought with war and unrest. Not exactly a wise time to go milling about. Plus, where would we go? The humans at the castle hardly tolerated my kind, I doubt the humans after them would be far more welcoming"
"You know I had to ask-"
"Yes?"
"If the humans hated you guys so much, why did you stay and protect them?"
"Because it is our duty. The humans protect us during the day and we do so during the night. The humans only feared us, because they did not understand us. I would not give into hate because they chose to do so out of ignorance."
"That's a rather benevolent way of thinking" to Elisa she thought the situation, or deal, pack, or whatever it was, was a rather lousy one. None of it seemed fair in any way. Their services were repaid in contempt. None of that was right. But, she didn't dare voice that sentiment out loud. Elisa got the feeling Goliath wouldn't take kindly to that, so she kept her mouth shut.
"It is what I was taught" then he stopped and considered it for a moment.
"What would you have done?"
"Leave"
She had his full attention now. A small shiver rode up her spine at the intensity of his stare.
"Why?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Elisa entwined her fingers gazing over over the steel towers and glass buildings "I guess don't have any kind of desire to stick around where I'm not wanted"
"What about duty? You said it yourself that your job was to protect and serve"
"Well, yeah" she says "but, y'know big guy, you can't protect people who don't want to be protected and you can't serve people who don't want to be served. There's a limit to how much you can do. Relationships are supposed to be equal, there has to be a give and take on both ends. If one person is doing all the taking and the other is doing all the giving-how is that fair?"
Super Rough Draft
Goliath-Centric
Basically, writing stuff about Goliath's parents and his wonderful home life. And generational trauma.
: - )
ANGST!
Gargoyles did not claim parentage to their children. Hatchlings were children of the clan, raised up and cared for by the village. It was considered selfish to do otherwise.
"We are a community, we need to operate like one. Just as a hive cannot be sustained by one bee. Just as the nest of an ant cannot be ruled only by a sole queen, everyone has their part to play, everyone has a role, a service to do. It is the way of our people."
An elder once said to him.
Then did that mean his mother was selfish?
Lia.
His mother. She had claimed him for her own against every warning she should not. But, she did not care and his clan did not much care for her. His mother was an outsider, but literally and metaphorically. Hudson had found her, half starving and bloodied by a river bank and took pity of her. She said she had hailed from a clan faraway where the land was barren and mountainous, but she did not speak of it more, she had no desire to return, she had ran away and never looked back.
And while his clan was gracious enough to allow her refuge they never truly accepted her. And his mother never really made an effort to build any bridges between them and her. She was a loner and kept to herself.
His clan was content to leave her and not pay her any mind. Until she claimed his egg for her own.
The elders were not happy about it and voiced their discontent.
"Those are not our ways"
"They may be yours, but they are not mine. I abide by no one's rules, but my own"
The elders of Clan Wyvern kicked up a fuss, but it is not as though they did much about it. Or could do anything about it, given that the clan leader of that time-Samson-did not care and was his father, not that he had much part in raising him.
His younger self never understood why. His mother and father never became a truly mated pair which also struck a nerve with the elders, but they were too afraid of Samson to voice it openly to his face. They had no ceremony and made no real fan fair about it. It often made him wonder if his parents ever liked each other. They never argued, disagreements sometimes, but it never escalated. His mother never had anything bad to say about his father nor did he ever hear his father bad mouth his mother.
They were an odd pair-silent and distant.
There were very few pleasant memories he had of his own father. Some of them vivid, others hazy, his father was a man of very little words and an even shorter temper. He was not very well liked among their clan. He was temperamental, violent almost to the point of being unhinged, and seemingly uncaring about anything else that wasn't killing. And not all that friendly.
There was no one in the clan that he considered friend, Goliath doubted he ever truly trusted anyone. The closest thing to that, probably was Hudson.
And his mother-
Like he said before-their relationship was always a mystery to him.
"I do not think I'm capable of love"
Goliath looked up, meekly, his father was so tall, even while sitting he had to crank his all the way back to catch a glimpse of his face "I do not understand others"
…..
"I hardly understand myself"
"I'm not kind. I only know war, blood-violence is my only expression. I'm not meant to be gentle. Or anything else of that matter" it's the most he's ever heard him speak.
"I cannot not be what you wish me to be"
Goliath ducked his head not knowing what to say "I was never meant to be a father"
Goliath didn't know what he meant to do by telling himself such. He had been so young then, and his father was more an entity of fear than a person to him. He never smiled, never laughed, he was never much of anything. When he wasn't brutalizing his enemies, he'd be alone, carving wood until his hands bled. And while his mother was distant, he can recall the small, quiet smiles she'd give him. Or sometimes she let out a bout of boisterous laughter though those were rare.
Most of the time she was sad. And when she wasn't abrasive towards others, she was stagnant, her face vacant except for the emotions he was far too young to understand.
Super Rough Draft
Goliath-Centric
Basically, writing stuff about Goliath's parents and his wonderful home life. And generational trauma.
: - )
ANGST!
Gargoyles did not claim parentage to their children. Hatchlings were children of the clan, raised up and cared for by the village. It was considered selfish to do otherwise.
"We are a community, we need to operate like one. Just as a hive cannot be sustained by one bee. Just as the nest of an ant cannot be ruled only by a sole queen, everyone has their part to play, everyone has a role, a service to do. It is the way of our people."
An elder once said to him.
Then did that mean his mother was selfish?
Lia.
His mother. She had claimed him for her own against every warning she should not. But, she did not care and his clan did not much care for her. His mother was an outsider, but literally and metaphorically. Hudson had found her, half starving and bloodied by a river bank and took pity of her. She said she had hailed from a clan faraway where the land was barren and mountainous, but she did not speak of it more, she had no desire to return, she had ran away and never looked back.
And while his clan was gracious enough to allow her refuge they never truly accepted her. And his mother never really made an effort to build any bridges between them and her. She was a loner and kept to herself.
His clan was content to leave her and not pay her any mind. Until she claimed his egg for her own.
The elders were not happy about it and voiced their discontent.
"Those are not our ways"
"They may be yours, but they are not mine. I abide by no one's rules, but my own"
The elders of Clan Wyvern kicked up a fuss, but it is not as though they did much about it. Or could do anything about it, given that the clan leader of that time-Samson-did not care and was his father, not that he had much part in raising him.
His younger self never understood why. His mother and father never became a truly mated pair which also struck a nerve with the elders, but they were too afraid of Samson to voice it openly to his face. They had no ceremony and made no real fan fair about it. It often made him wonder if his parents ever liked each other. They never argued, disagreements sometimes, but it never escalated. His mother never had anything bad to say about his father nor did he ever hear his father bad mouth his mother.
They were an odd pair-silent and distant.
There were very few pleasant memories he had of his own father. Some of them vivid, others hazy, his father was a man of very little words and an even shorter temper. He was not very well liked among their clan. He was temperamental, violent almost to the point of being unhinged, and seemingly uncaring about anything else that wasn't killing. And not all that friendly.
There was no one in the clan that he considered friend, Goliath doubted he ever truly trusted anyone. The closest thing to that, probably was Hudson.
And his mother-
Like he said before-their relationship was always a mystery to him.
"I do not think I'm capable of love"
Goliath looked up, meekly, his father was so tall, even while sitting he had to crank his all the way back to catch a glimpse of his face "I do not understand others"
…..
"I hardly understand myself"
"I'm not kind. I only know war, blood-violence is my only expression. I'm not meant to be gentle. Or anything else of that matter" it's the most he's ever heard him speak.
"I cannot not be what you wish me to be"
Goliath ducked his head not knowing what to say "I was never meant to be a father"
Goliath didn't know what he meant to do by telling himself such. He had been so young then, and his father was more an entity of fear than a person to him. He never smiled, never laughed, he was never much of anything. When he wasn't brutalizing his enemies, he'd be alone, carving wood until his hands bled. And while his mother was distant, he can recall the small, quiet smiles she'd give him. Or sometimes she let out a bout of boisterous laughter though those were rare.
Most of the time she was sad. And when she wasn't abrasive towards others, she was stagnant, her face vacant except for the emotions he was far too young to understand.
You know I have to wonder what it was like for Xanatos and Fox when she was pregnant. Like I can help it, but they're just sitting there, having a quiet dinner then all of sudden Fox breaks down into tears. And Xanatos doesn't know what to do, so he sits there awkwardly.
"I guess the fillet mignon wasn't to your liking" Fox cries harder.
Very Rough Draft
Goliath x Elisa/GoLisa
Title: Effeuillant la Marguerite( she loves me, she loves me not)
Summary: Happens after the Awakening series. Goliath learning to come to terms with Demona's abandonment and his developing feelings for Elisa.
"Why the long face?"
They were high above the clouds. Nothing new, not all that interesting, at least not for him. But, he watched Elisa constantly kept nervously glancing around, checking to make sure she wouldn't fall from the railing up above.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. If you fall, I'll catch you"
Elisa frowned before looking at him with bright, brown eyes "easy for you to say, you've got wings!"
"Like I said I'll catch you"
"So like parachuting without a parachute" she mumbled, not sounding all that reassured by his insistence. He did not know what a parachute was.
"A what?"
"A parachute, its uh, um" she lifted her head in thought, tapping a finger against her bottom lip "it's like a large blanket that you tie to your back so you don't y'know-die."
"I see, so you fly with it"
"More like glide, like you do with your wings"
"I see."
He gazed over the railing, down below, his eyes grazing over all the lights and towers made of steel and glass, and the horseless carriages that zipped across the streets, though they varied in size, they all looked the same from his spot in the clouds.
It was still very hard to get used to.
All the lights, all the noise and commotion, even during the nightmare hours nothing stopped, the world kept going. Elisa had told him this place-New York, was known as the city that never sleeps.
It was a fitting phrase. Everything was always awake, always conscious that it nearly gave him a headache if he focused on all of it for too long. It ached for the quiet shore by the ocean side.
There in his free time he would walk and let his mind wander as he watched the ocean lap at the shore. His angel of the night would be by his side enjoying the quiet between them, in this solitude. It was their world and their world alone.
"You're frowning again?"
He didn't move to look at her. He wasn't sure what to say. To convey how he felt or how in a way she'd understand. Would she understand?
"Something on your mind?"
"This world is rather loud, noisy. Sometimes it's hard to hear my own thoughts"
"Oh?" She laughed a bit, it was an airy, lighthearted sound. It wasn't exactly mirthful, but it was not nervous either. He did not know to quite label it "I get it. It takes some time to get used to all the chaos."
"Does it bother you?"
"Hm? No, not really. I actually like all the noise"
"Why?"
"I don't know-" she pauses "I guess maybe I like it because it doesn't make me feel so lonely. Lets you know that they're still people out there. That despite everything, the world's still going. And that at least some things are still in one piece"
"You feel lonely?" He'd argue that it was almost impossible to feel lonesome in all this array of life and light. Yet, did he not feel the same?
"Lonely?" Elisa shrugged "not particularly. I'm pretty used to living on my own. It'd be ridiculous after all this time, wouldn't it"
"You don't have any family?"
"Of course!" She smiled "I have my younger siblings and my parents."
"You don't live with them?"
"No, we all left the nest. Beth, my little sisters studying up at a college in Arizona. And Derek's a cop like me. And both my parents are retried"
It was all very strange to him.
The separation of family.
"Gargoyle clans always stay together."
"You don't leave the coup?"
"You mean the rookery. After we reach a certain age then yes, but that doesn't mean we leave Wyvern"
"So, you guys never left Wyvern? Like ever?"
"No. Why would we? It is-was our home."
"So, you guys didn't travel much huh?"
"No, that was far too dangerous to stray far. My time was always wrought with war and unrest. Not exactly a wise time to go milling about. Plus, where would we go? The humans at the castle hardly tolerated my kind, I doubt the humans after them would be far more welcoming"
"You know I had to ask-"
"Yes?"
"If the humans hated you guys so much, why did you stay and protect them?"
"Because it is our duty. The humans protect us during the day and we do so during the night. The humans only feared us, because they did not understand us. I would not give into hate because they chose to do so out of ignorance."
"That's a rather benevolent way of thinking" to Elisa she thought the situation, or deal, pack, or whatever it was, was a rather lousy one. None of it seemed fair in any way. Their services were repaid in contempt. None of that was right. But, she didn't dare voice that sentiment out loud. Elisa got the feeling Goliath wouldn't take kindly to that, so she kept her mouth shut.
"It is what I was taught" then he stopped and considered it for a moment.
"What would you have done?"
"Leave"
She had his full attention now. A small shiver rode up her spine at the intensity of his stare.
"Why?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Elisa entwined her fingers gazing over over the steel towers and glass buildings "I guess don't have any kind of desire to stick around where I'm not wanted"
"What about duty? You said it yourself that your job was to protect and serve"
"Well, yeah" she says "but, y'know big guy, you can't protect people who don't want to be protected and you can't serve people who don't want to be served. There's a limit to how much you can do. Relationships are supposed to be equal, there has to be a give and take on both ends. If one person is doing all the taking and the other is doing all the giving-how is that fair?"
The writers missed a good opportunity to have Elisa kiss Goliath's stone form.
"And a Hunting We Will Go" Series
Chapter I:
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Chapter II:
Chapter III:
"And a Hunting We Will Go" Series
Chapter I:
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Chapter II:
Chapter III:
"And a Hunting We Will Go" Series
Chapter I:
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Chapter II:
Chapter III:
"And a Hunting We Will Go"
Summary: Someone does some fishing. Some very expensive fishing.
Words: 1,191
3/4
Warnings! Animal Death
~Beep!~
~Beep!~
God, someone please shoot me!
~Your call may be put on hold~
Elisa couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The disembodied, dial up music on the other end of the line almost made her see red. Two hours, two damn hours! She's been on hold since four in the afternoon!
‘Come on, come on, dammit, let's go already!’
~Beep!~
~We're currently busy at the moment, but a representative will speak to you shortly~
~Beep!~
‘Shortly my ass!’
The music played again, like a hellish melody.
'I hate tax season. Hate it!' Bored, Elisa snagged her pen tapping it harshly against the kitchen table. 'Next time I'm hiring some smuck to do this shit'
'If I can afford'
The tapping stopped for a minute.
~Beep!~
~We're currently busy at the moment, but a representative will speak to you shortly~
'I'll make it fit'
Somehow.
Another twenty minutes past before someone finally, finally picked up the damn phone. But, despite the blessing the call just added to her frustrations.
"....how many dependents did you say you have again…...?"
Her lips tightened, doing her best to not snap- "Three. Three kids" she can't remember how many times she had to repeat that now.
This was stupid, beyond stupid. She just wanted the call to end for god's sake, the man over the phone kept droning on and on, in a hush wispy, barely audible voice about tax deductions or something, it was very obvious that he hated his job and sounded like he wanted to be anywhere, but on the phone with her.
It was like pulling teeth.
One by one by one.
Sitting on the couch watching Teletubbies with the kids was starting to sound like heaven right about now.
After a while, her mind drifted. ‘Whoever wrote tax laws ought to be shot.’
She heard something squeak in between the irritated tapping and clicking of her pen. Ignoring it, she leaned against the kitchen chair before switching the phone to her other ear.
Another squeak. Sounded like wet shoes sliding against a tile floor.
She ignored it again, clicking her pen.
'I need a drink after this. Maybe I can raid Xanatos stash without him noticing'
~Squeak~
'Ugh, what is that?!' but she didn't feel inclined to worry about it. The castle was riddled with strange noises. It used to freak her out, but she had gotten used to it over the years. And besides, she wasn't the only resident lurking around.
~Squeak~
"Maza, a word if you may" Elisa rolled her eyes again.
"I'm busy Xanatos, bother me some other time"
“I believe it may interest you”
“You can’t hide from Fox forever Xanatos”
“I’m not, but this isn’t about her”
~Squeak~
'Okay! That was getting annoying!' she snapped around her chair to level Xanatos with a glare and find the source of that ungodly sound only to stop and freeze.
Xanatos was drenched head to toe. His characteristic ponytail was undone. Hair was in his eyes, slopped around his shoulders and he smelled like fish and algae.
He looked completely disgruntled. Which was also rather uncharacteristic. And the jacket of his suit was missing.
"Wha-?"
"Hi, Auntie Lisa!"
Then she looked down.
Two giddy kids were tucked under his arms. Alex's eyes gleamed, shined really, his long dark, red curls stuck to his face. And there was Aodh, wrapped in Xanatos' jacket, not giddy, or mischievous, but unperturbed as she munched on a half-eaten koi fish.
They were a wet mess.
The crunch of bone and flesh invaded the quiet for a second.
"They raided the koi pond"
As if the half-eaten koi fish didn't give her a clue. Elisa didn't know whether to laugh at the spectacle before her or sigh. Wasn't Owen watching them?
"You didn't say we couldn't play in it, dad!"
"Please tell me that wasn't expensive"
"The pond's fine. The fish on the other hand-" Xanatos glanced at her daughter, he seemed almost amused despite his obvious veil of exasperation "well I'll leave that to your imagination"
'Well, isn't that just peachy' Everything in this building was outstandingly expensive to suit Xanatos opulent tastes. He's right on that matter, she didn't want to imagine what that fish might cost her, if he were a pettier man.
"Why do you have a Koi Pond just laying around anyway? Inside a building. Where anybody can just trip and fall in it"
"I like the aesthetic."
"Sure." Right. Of course.
"It's not like I expected two troublesome kids to try and make it into their personal fishing spot."
"Ah-huh"
"Nor was I prepared for one of them to actually eat the koi fish"
Elisa smirked a little "Oh really, and here I thought you were always prepared for the impossible"
He looked disgruntled again. The shock faded, but damn did he look miserable.
That suit had to be worth more than anything she's made in the past five years. She can't help but snicker-
-who would've thought that all it took for him to lose his cool was a bunch of unruly kids.
Karma was beautiful in its own way.
"Can I have my own Koi fishpond then, dad?"
Xanatos refined from a sigh.
"I'll think about it"
"Yes!" It definitely wasn’t a yes, but Alex interpreted it as one.
“David!”
There was something akin to fear in his eyes “Ah,” he cleared his throat “In the kitchen, dear.”
Fox walked-waddled into the room; they saw her belly before they saw her “Are you hiding up here again-” Xanatos turned around on instinct.
“Hi, mom!” Alex waved.
Fox blinked a few times before she broke down into hysterical fits of laugher.
“Fox, please” she had to hold onto the threshold to hold herself up.
“He fell into the pond trying to fish the kids out” Elisa supplied as flatly as possible. Fox snorted.
“I did not fall.”
“Had a nice swim, David!?”
“I guess you now know what it feels like to swim with the fishes, huh, Xanatos?” Elisa couldn’t help herself. Fox had a conniption fit.
“The children could’ve drowned”
Now both women were laughing.
“I can swim, dad, Aodh too, you know that, and Puck was with us.” Corrected by a child.
“Speaking of Puck-Owen, where is he?” she asked in between fits of laughter.
“He scampered off, after I-collected the children”
“Left you for dry, huh?” Elisa got the impression that he wanted to roll his eyes at her. But forced himself not to for whatever reason. Instead of saying anything he placed Aodh gently on the floor. The sudden jostle of movement hardly interrupted her eating.
“We’re still playing, dad!” Alex protested.
“Both of you need a bath” he squirmed out of his father’s grasp “Alex.”
“We can take a bath together! Come one, Aodh!” he grabbed her fingers, and dragged her along. Aodh simply followed without much fuss towards the baths. Alex knew the castle like the back of his hand, as he led them away.
She was still eating the fish.
Elisa shook her head; hopefully, that was the extent of today’s excitement-
~Beep!~
‘You’re call has been disconnected’
Dammit.
Thanks for Reading!
I just thought of the ultimate gargoyles cross over-
The Emperor's New Groove Au-
Xanatos as Kuzco
Goliath as Pacha
Demona as Yzma
Coldsteel as Kronk
Elisa as Chicha
Hudson as the old man, Kuzco has thrown out the window.
Angela and the trio as the kids.
The sheer hilarity of Xanatos turning into a llama is way too freaking funny. It's funnier when Goliath and the others are still gargoyle, but it's never addressed whatsoever.
Xanatos once he realized making Thailog was a mistake:
Oopise daisy-as if making a murderous gargoyle robot cop was bad enough
"And a Hunting We Will Go"
Summary: Elisa gets a rude awakening
Words: 433
2/3
Warnings! Animal Death, mentions of gore
Unfortunately-
It didn't stop there.
Before the tendrils of light crossed her face and the coolness of the early, early morning breeze forced her awake, an odd, rancid smell did.
Sluggishly she willed her eyes opened-then screamed. In her rush she nearly toppled off the bed to scramble away from the dead rat placed on the pillow next to hers.
"Mama! You're awake!" It was Adair, all bright eyed and bushy tailed "look! Look! What I caught! It was in the kitchen, so I got it! You like it! It's a present for you!"
He nudged it closer to her, hopping on his toes, his long, dark curls bouncing as he did, glee written all over his cherubic face. He was the picture-perfect aura of childlike innocence. Which only awakened her suspicions because her son was a devious little trickster.
And what was he doing in the-
Never mind, it's way too early and she's had no coffee yet to rejuvenate her system.
Honestly, he put Puck to shame sometimes.
"Mama!"
"Oh! Uh…." she eyed the dead rat with not much enthusiasm, that she tried to hide, not sure why she felt so squeamish. It's a rat, she's seen plenty-both dead and alive.
I mean she just spent the previous night haggling an under covered body. With part of their head missing and brain bits blown all over the floor. Which had long mingled into the matted rug they found the poor bastard on.
The stench of a four-week-old body left to rot and cook in a stuffy, rundown New York apartment just did not compare to the smell of a freshly killed sewer rat. They both stunk, but unfortunately the rat body was in her bed, on her sheets soaking them in rancid, diseased blood and bodily fluids.
"Thank you, baby" Adair's bright smile only widened as he picked it up and plopped it right in her hands. Elisa did her best not to cringe away from the smell, or the spongy, mush of dead rat carcass between her fingers.
"Did I do a good job, mama!?"
"Of course, a very good one-" she moved the gory mush to one hand to pat his head full of dark curls "look at you, my little hunter"
He grinned wider, teeth, and fangs and all. She couldn't help, but feel a swell of pride, despite the morbidity of everything.
Elisa could only sigh and shook her head. This is what you signed up for, better get used to it. But she's definitely going to have a long chat with Xanatos about his pest control.
“And a Hunting We Will Go”
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Words: 1,324
1/2
Warnings! Blood, Animal Death
A03:
In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Working a twelve hour shift straight was a bitch. Exhaustion crept to every little corner of her body, her arms and legs felt like lead, her back was stiff, her eyes burned red from the lack of sleep. When she finally got home, she jumped straight into a hot bath to soak. The steam and heat were heaven on earth as she sunk low into the bathtub. She wanted to exist here forever.
"Mommy!“ the door to her bathroom thundered open, the hinges squeaking as it hit the wall. Elisa repressed a groan but kept her eyes closed sinking lower into the hot water. As they say-a woman’s work is never done.
"Yes, baby?” The excited taps of bare feet slapped against the tiles.
"Look what I caught!“ The smell hit her before her eyes popped open and another word left her lips. With a loud, violent splash, hot soapy bath water smacked her right in the face.
Coughing and sputtering, Elisa struggled to wipe the water out of her eyes, groping in the dark she leaned over the tub to grab a dry towel.
There was a moment in all the silence where time stood still-after getting the suds out her eyes, she opened them only to be greeted by dark, lifeless ones. Beak hung open; a dead pigeon’s carcass sailed the currents of her now bloody bath water.
Elisa froze for a brief second.
"See!” Aila yelped excitedly, hopping up and down” I got it all by myself!“ Elisa managed to tear her eyes away from the dead animal to catch a glimpse of her daughter’s bloody face and bloody fangs which had tatters of feathers stuck in between them.
Yeah…… She really, really should’ve seen it coming.
Goliath was teaching them how to hunt. Elisa didn’t think it was necessary. But, he protested, saying that it was. What if they were caught in a situation where they needed to catch their food in order to survive?
He had a point. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, every hatchling is taught to hunt, regardless. It’s tradition. Elisa left him to it. It gave the kids an extra outlet to expend energy anyways. By the time they came home, they were absolutely exhausted which made putting them down for nap time far easier.
Elisa didn’t think much of it, well, until there was a dead pigeon swimming in her bathtub. She wasn’t mad (why would she be?) or anything just startled. Dead things really shouldn’t bother at this point, especially concerning her own career.
"Baby, where did you get the pigeon from?"
"Outside!” Vague answer. Did Goliath take them hunting? It was pretty late last she checked.
"Where’s daddy?“
"Don’t know! I did it by myself!” Elisa frowned a little.
"Aila, you’re not supposed go hunting without daddy"
"I wanted to do it myself. See! I’m a big girl now, I can do it"
"I know, baby, but you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. You’re all cut up"
"I only got some scratches, but it doesn’t hurt" she held out her arms, oblivious to the alarm in her mother’s voice “and-and I didn’t cry either. See I’m big now"
"I can see that-” the scratches along her arms and face didn’t seem too bad. Nothing a little antiseptic cream and some bandages can’t fix “but, honey, you need to be more careful"
"But I’m okay!” she argues then reached up to rub her wounded cheek “see!"
"I know, but still-"
"Elisa!” Goliath barreled through the bathroom door, she nearly spat her beating heart out. She sometimes forgets how fast he can move despite his massive size.
Also, the door to the bathroom was broken.
"I smelt-Aila!“ He was by her side in seconds, lifting his third born up to inspect her injuries "what happened?!”
"Hi, daddy! Look!“ She pointed to the bath water once again blind to the anxiety she was causing both of her parents "I caught it all by myself!” She chirped excitedly, wings and tail fluttering in glee.
"I-what?“
"The pigeon” she says.
"Pigeon-“ his eyes drift over to the poor avian floating in the bathtub "oh.” He replies softly.
"I caught it, daddy!“
"Ah, I can see that, but you are quite the mess, my daughter"
"It scratched me, but I fought back really hard!"
"I checked the cuts” Elisa intervened “they’re too shallow to be anything serious"
"Are you going to cook it, mommy?"
"Cook it?"
"I caught it for dinner. I wanted to help"
"Oh! Well, sure” Elisa pushed some wet hair from her face side eyeing the dead bird.
Right.
"Yay!“
After the fear had vanished from the room, Goliath helped their daughter to a well needed bath. Elisa tended to the pigeon, the poor bastard didn’t see it coming, and wrapped in an old, tattered bath towel.
‘Guess I’ll have Owen dispose of it. Somewhere’
"Ow! Daddy that stings!"
"It means the medicine is working"
“Can I have the hello kitty Band-Aid?"
"Yes, daughter you may” father and daughter were housed in the master bedroom. Aila was scrubbed head to toe. Squeaky clean. Goliath was treating her scratches while she watched intently from her perch on the edge of the bed.
"Aila?“
"Yes, daddy!” It gets a smile from him before he changes his demeanor.
"You know you’re not supposed to go hunting without me"
"But daddy-“
"There are rules in place for reasons; they are there to ensure your safety."
"But daddy-"
"Aila-”
"But daddy I’m not little anymore.“ She cuts him off again.
"Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean my rules no longer apply. You may not be so little, but you are still learning, any number of things could have happened. You’re lucky a couple of scratches are the only thing you received."
Her ears fell back behind her head "Are you angry?"
"No, I just want you to be safe”
"Okay….“ she says a little dejectedly "I’ll wait for you"
"That’s all ask” he gently pats her head.
"Will you cook it for dinner?“
"What?"
"The pigeon daddy!"
"Oh, right-” he glances over to Elisa “uhh-"
"Of course, sweetheart.”
"Okay!“
"Can I have cake?"
"Not until after super” Goliath answers.
"Can I have strawberries then, the ones mommy bought?“
"You may-” in her excitement she tried to scramble from her father’s grasp to the kitchen “now wait a minute. You’re still dripping wet” it took a while to pat her dry, as she kept squirming.
"Am I done now?“
"Yes, daughter you’re dry now” she hopes off his lap to make way for the kitchen.
"Puts some clothes on first!“ Elisa shouts after her.
"Yes, mommy!” But then she comes running back to their room “you guys gonna cook the pigeon, right?” She asks, double checking.
"Of course,“ she lies through her teeth again.
"Okay!” She chirps before prancing back towards her bedroom. Goliath waits until he knows Aila’s out of earshot to ask.
"Are you truly going to cook…that?“
"Are you?” She shoots back at him.
"Perhaps-“ he trails off to give the dead bird another incredulous glance "but I doubt it would be safe to consume"
"God only knows what kind of diseases it’s carrying” she grimaces.
"Agreed, but you did promise to cook it, why lie?“
"I didn’t. We’ll just have Owen burn the poor bastard and replace it with a chicken. It’s not like she’ll know the difference"
"That is true, but we shouldn’t lie to the child"
"It’s just a little white fib, besides pigeon kind of tastes like chicken anyways"
"Still-” he wants to argue.
"Do you wanna tell her we threw her prized catch away?“
He frowned "No."
"Then that settles it, we’ll just snatch a chicken from the freezer and cook it” Elisa was right, Aila didn’t notice. She beamed at the table, happily recounting her tale about how she caught dinner to everyone as they ate.
Something occurred to me, if Gargoyles can only turn to stone during the day and are flesh and blood during the night-what exactly would happened if Gargoyles and co went to Alaska or any other parts of world where you have daylight for a couple of months and vice versa.
I know Gargoyles don't wear shoes, but imagine Brooklyn trying to impress Katana with his newly bought light up sketcher shoes.
Super Rough Draft of Goliath and Xanatos being grandparents together.
From bitter enemies to doting grandparents. Never in Goliath's wildest nightmares did he think he and Xanatos would share a grandchild, but here they are now.
Fate often had a twisted sense of humor.
She was beautiful. But, oh so fragile and so small. Goliath couldn't keep his eyes off her, his precious newborn granddaughter. Her wings fluttered in her sleep with her tail firmly grasped in her hands as she curled into herself. Surrounded by blankets and warmth. Kept safe in her basin, protected from the outside world.
He wanted to hold her in his arms, but refused as he did not wish to wake her.
"Still asleep?" Whatever blissful peace he relished in soon crumbled to shambles, Xanatos had returned with his treasured cup of coffee.
"Yes,"
"A beauty isn't she?" he smiled "She'll be a magnificent heir to my kingdom one day" Goliath frowned at the implication.
The thought of his little granddaughter growing up to be a charismatic, manipulative questionably ethical billionaire filled him with existential dread. Young Alexander may have turned out for the better in most cases. Most cases.
But, he was still Xanatos' son and operated in his own questionable, manipulative ways. And when he wasn't that, he was Goliath's own personal headache. Nonetheless, his daughter loved Young Alexander so, thus condemning him. Never in Goliath's wildest nightmares did he think he and Xanatos would share a grandchild, but here they are.
Tiwa.
She inherited Alex and Fox's bright red hair and Aodh and Elisa's dark skin. A strange combination of Human, Gargoyle and fae all wrapped into a singular bundle of joy.
To Goliath she was perfect from head to toe, only a few weeks old and he was already in love with her. Couldn't imagine now what life would be without her now that she's here.
And he and Xanatos were both her grandfathers by blood. It was a bizarre notion, bizarre as it was horrifying in retrospect. He thinks back to the time where he desired nothing more than to hurl his pathetic body from on top the castle's cornices.
Goliath did not believe he could forgive a man like him. Even now, he wouldn't call what he felt towards him forgiveness in a sense, but perhaps more than an ally, and something in between that.
While Xanatos had worked hard to make amends for his wrong doings, never did an apology leave his lips. Goliath did not know if he even felt an ounce of remorse over his actions. Never did he make any indication if that was the case.
Xanatos was an incredibly difficult person to understand. Let alone read.
"What's the matter, Goliath?" He quirks a brow "cat caught your tongue?"
"No." He says, tail swishing "I'm just not paying you any mind."
"Oh?"
"Your childish attempts to get under my skin will not work"
"Not trying to."
"Right."
"I just want what's best for her"
"And that is what exactly? Her to grow up to be an exact replica of yourself?"
"No." He takes another sip from his cup "I want her to be better than me" the answer takes him back for a moment. Goliath is not sure if that statement was intended to have a double edged meaning.
"You don't believe me?"
"You are many things Xanatos, being straightforward is not one of them" the man chuckles softly wary of waking Tiwa. She's only but stretched out her tiny arms and legs other than that she hadn't stirred from her slumber since being put to bed an hour ago.
Soft snores fill the silence "do you still hate me?"
"Hate isn't a word I would use"
"So you do?"
"Xanatos you broke the spell that me and my clan were cursed under intending to use us, even after I told you about what happened to the rest of my people. You lied, manipulated, even used my own mate against me, you tried to kill what remained of my family and after that took our home, the only thing we had left. Add the plethora of harm you did afterwards."
More quiet followed "I didn't just hate you, I detested your very existence"
"I have to ask why let your daughter be with my son? After all the bad blood between us, I know I gave you, your home back, but that did little warrant any warmth towards me"
Goliath sighed "I wasn't the least bit happy about my daughter and Young Alexander's friendship in the beginning. I understood that they were both children, I understood that the boy was far too young to pose much harm let alone consciously do so. But it still filled me with alarm, I feared for her, I feared that perhaps you would or was trying to use your son to gain some semblance of trust again. To use and manipulate use through the bond of our children. I didn't put it past you. You've done worse.
[]
"What did I tell you about acting like jackasses in front of the baby?" Aodh was uncloth as ever, the added unbalanced hormones didn't help her already severe demeanor.
"Mh, forgive me daughter"
"We were just having a polite disagreement"
"You mean jackassery" she corrected "do I have to tell Auntie Fox and mom that you two are misbehaving again?"
Xanatos self-serving smirk fell right off his face and went silent along with Goliath "yeah, didn't think so."
Something funny I wrote. There's something amusing about Brooklyn calling Goliath-G.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Goliath Elisa's pregnant, she's got that weird baby strength now, she might snap your neck."
He was right on that account "duly noted, but I think I can handle, Elisa"
"It's your funeral, G, don't say I didn't warn ya"
Guys, Guys!
Goliath is canonically a Dilf. So, Elisa just got the best of both words, a monster man and a dilf.
Sketches from the Gargoyles Request livestream a couple of nights ago. I worked on them a little more and added color (cuz this is such a colorful show <3)
Requests made were:
- Broadway and Elisa hanging out (watching a movie here. Probably some Mystery Thriller. Cagney can come too)
- Puck with Alexander while Xanatos calling out that it’s his son’s bedtime (Puck and Xanatos look like 2 Dads here tho let’s be honest that’s basically what they are with Owen being babysitter most of the time…)
- Demona and Elisa fight!
- Goliath/Elisa love. Of course.
I have never drawn some of these characters before so it was fun.
“And a Hunting We Will Go”
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Words: 1,324
1/2
Warnings! Blood, Animal Death
A03:
In retrospect, Elisa should’ve seen it coming-
Working a twelve hour shift straight was a bitch. Exhaustion crept to every little corner of her body, her arms and legs felt like lead, her back was stiff, her eyes burned red from the lack of sleep. When she finally got home, she jumped straight into a hot bath to soak. The steam and heat were heaven on earth as she sunk low into the bathtub. She wanted to exist here forever.
"Mommy!“ the door to her bathroom thundered open, the hinges squeaking as it hit the wall. Elisa repressed a groan but kept her eyes closed sinking lower into the hot water. As they say-a woman’s work is never done.
"Yes, baby?” The excited taps of bare feet slapped against the tiles.
"Look what I caught!“ The smell hit her before her eyes popped open and another word left her lips. With a loud, violent splash, hot soapy bath water smacked her right in the face.
Coughing and sputtering, Elisa struggled to wipe the water out of her eyes, groping in the dark she leaned over the tub to grab a dry towel.
There was a moment in all the silence where time stood still-after getting the suds out her eyes, she opened them only to be greeted by dark, lifeless ones. Beak hung open; a dead pigeon’s carcass sailed the currents of her now bloody bath water.
Elisa froze for a brief second.
"See!” Aila yelped excitedly, hopping up and down” I got it all by myself!“ Elisa managed to tear her eyes away from the dead animal to catch a glimpse of her daughter’s bloody face and bloody fangs which had tatters of feathers stuck in between them.
Yeah…… She really, really should’ve seen it coming.
Goliath was teaching them how to hunt. Elisa didn’t think it was necessary. But, he protested, saying that it was. What if they were caught in a situation where they needed to catch their food in order to survive?
He had a point. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, every hatchling is taught to hunt, regardless. It’s tradition. Elisa left him to it. It gave the kids an extra outlet to expend energy anyways. By the time they came home, they were absolutely exhausted which made putting them down for nap time far easier.
Elisa didn’t think much of it, well, until there was a dead pigeon swimming in her bathtub. She wasn’t mad (why would she be?) or anything just startled. Dead things really shouldn’t bother at this point, especially concerning her own career.
"Baby, where did you get the pigeon from?"
"Outside!” Vague answer. Did Goliath take them hunting? It was pretty late last she checked.
"Where’s daddy?“
"Don’t know! I did it by myself!” Elisa frowned a little.
"Aila, you’re not supposed go hunting without daddy"
"I wanted to do it myself. See! I’m a big girl now, I can do it"
"I know, baby, but you could’ve gotten seriously hurt. You’re all cut up"
"I only got some scratches, but it doesn’t hurt" she held out her arms, oblivious to the alarm in her mother’s voice “and-and I didn’t cry either. See I’m big now"
"I can see that-” the scratches along her arms and face didn’t seem too bad. Nothing a little antiseptic cream and some bandages can’t fix “but, honey, you need to be more careful"
"But I’m okay!” she argues then reached up to rub her wounded cheek “see!"
"I know, but still-"
"Elisa!” Goliath barreled through the bathroom door, she nearly spat her beating heart out. She sometimes forgets how fast he can move despite his massive size.
Also, the door to the bathroom was broken.
"I smelt-Aila!“ He was by her side in seconds, lifting his third born up to inspect her injuries "what happened?!”
"Hi, daddy! Look!“ She pointed to the bath water once again blind to the anxiety she was causing both of her parents "I caught it all by myself!” She chirped excitedly, wings and tail fluttering in glee.
"I-what?“
"The pigeon” she says.
"Pigeon-“ his eyes drift over to the poor avian floating in the bathtub "oh.” He replies softly.
"I caught it, daddy!“
"Ah, I can see that, but you are quite the mess, my daughter"
"It scratched me, but I fought back really hard!"
"I checked the cuts” Elisa intervened “they’re too shallow to be anything serious"
"Are you going to cook it, mommy?"
"Cook it?"
"I caught it for dinner. I wanted to help"
"Oh! Well, sure” Elisa pushed some wet hair from her face side eyeing the dead bird.
Right.
"Yay!“
After the fear had vanished from the room, Goliath helped their daughter to a well needed bath. Elisa tended to the pigeon, the poor bastard didn’t see it coming, and wrapped in an old, tattered bath towel.
‘Guess I’ll have Owen dispose of it. Somewhere’
"Ow! Daddy that stings!"
"It means the medicine is working"
“Can I have the hello kitty Band-Aid?"
"Yes, daughter you may” father and daughter were housed in the master bedroom. Aila was scrubbed head to toe. Squeaky clean. Goliath was treating her scratches while she watched intently from her perch on the edge of the bed.
"Aila?“
"Yes, daddy!” It gets a smile from him before he changes his demeanor.
"You know you’re not supposed to go hunting without me"
"But daddy-“
"There are rules in place for reasons; they are there to ensure your safety."
"But daddy-"
"Aila-”
"But daddy I’m not little anymore.“ She cuts him off again.
"Well, yes, but that doesn’t mean my rules no longer apply. You may not be so little, but you are still learning, any number of things could have happened. You’re lucky a couple of scratches are the only thing you received."
Her ears fell back behind her head "Are you angry?"
"No, I just want you to be safe”
"Okay….“ she says a little dejectedly "I’ll wait for you"
"That’s all ask” he gently pats her head.
"Will you cook it for dinner?“
"What?"
"The pigeon daddy!"
"Oh, right-” he glances over to Elisa “uhh-"
"Of course, sweetheart.”
"Okay!“
"Can I have cake?"
"Not until after super” Goliath answers.
"Can I have strawberries then, the ones mommy bought?“
"You may-” in her excitement she tried to scramble from her father’s grasp to the kitchen “now wait a minute. You’re still dripping wet” it took a while to pat her dry, as she kept squirming.
"Am I done now?“
"Yes, daughter you’re dry now” she hopes off his lap to make way for the kitchen.
"Puts some clothes on first!“ Elisa shouts after her.
"Yes, mommy!” But then she comes running back to their room “you guys gonna cook the pigeon, right?” She asks, double checking.
"Of course,“ she lies through her teeth again.
"Okay!” She chirps before prancing back towards her bedroom. Goliath waits until he knows Aila’s out of earshot to ask.
"Are you truly going to cook…that?“
"Are you?” She shoots back at him.
"Perhaps-“ he trails off to give the dead bird another incredulous glance "but I doubt it would be safe to consume"
"God only knows what kind of diseases it’s carrying” she grimaces.
"Agreed, but you did promise to cook it, why lie?“
"I didn’t. We’ll just have Owen burn the poor bastard and replace it with a chicken. It’s not like she’ll know the difference"
"That is true, but we shouldn’t lie to the child"
"It’s just a little white fib, besides pigeon kind of tastes like chicken anyways"
"Still-” he wants to argue.
"Do you wanna tell her we threw her prized catch away?“
He frowned "No."
"Then that settles it, we’ll just snatch a chicken from the freezer and cook it” Elisa was right, Aila didn’t notice. She beamed at the table, happily recounting her tale about how she caught dinner to everyone as they ate.
"And a Hunting We Will Go"
Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Words: 1,324
1/2
Warnings! Blood, Animal Death
A03:
In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming-
Working a twelve hour shift straight was a bitch. Exhaustion crept to every little corner of her body, her arms and legs felt like lead, her back was stiff, her eyes burned red from the lack of sleep. When she finally got home, she jumped straight into a hot bath to soak. The steam and heat were heaven on earth as she sunk low into the bathtub. She wanted to exist here forever.
"Mommy!" the door to her bathroom thundered open, the hinges squeaking as it hit the wall. Elisa repressed a groan but kept her eyes closed sinking lower into the hot water. As they say-a woman's work is never done.
"Yes, baby?" The excited taps of bare feet slapped against the tiles.
"Look what I caught!" The smell hit her before her eyes popped open and another word left her lips. With a loud, violent splash, hot soapy bath water smacked her right in the face.
Coughing and sputtering, Elisa struggled to wipe the water out of her eyes, groping in the dark she leaned over the tub to grab a dry towel.
There was a moment in all the silence where time stood still-after getting the suds out her eyes, she opened them only to be greeted by dark, lifeless ones. Beak hung open; a dead pigeon's carcass sailed the currents of her now bloody bath water.
Elisa froze for a brief second.
"See!" Aila yelped excitedly, hopping up and down” I got it all by myself!" Elisa managed to tear her eyes away from the dead animal to catch a glimpse of her daughter's bloody face and bloody fangs which had tatters of feathers stuck in between them.
Yeah…... She really, really should've seen it coming.
Goliath was teaching them how to hunt. Elisa didn't think it was necessary. But, he protested, saying that it was. What if they were caught in a situation where they needed to catch their food in order to survive?
He had a point. Better safe than sorry.
Besides, every hatchling is taught to hunt, regardless. It's tradition. Elisa left him to it. It gave the kids an extra outlet to expend energy anyways. By the time they came home, they were absolutely exhausted which made putting them down for nap time far easier.
Elisa didn't think much of it, well, until there was a dead pigeon swimming in her bathtub. She wasn't mad (why would she be?) or anything just startled. Dead things really shouldn't bother at this point, especially concerning her own career.
"Baby, where did you get the pigeon from?"
"Outside!" Vague answer. Did Goliath take them hunting? It was pretty late last she checked.
"Where's daddy?"
"Don't know! I did it by myself!" Elisa frowned a little.
"Aila, you’re not supposed go hunting without daddy"
"I wanted to do it myself. See! I'm a big girl now, I can do it"
"I know, baby, but you could've gotten seriously hurt. You’re all cut up"
"I only got some scratches, but it doesn't hurt" she held out her arms, oblivious to the alarm in her mother's voice "and-and I didn't cry either. See I'm big now"
"I can see that-" the scratches along her arms and face didn't seem too bad. Nothing a little antiseptic cream and some bandages can't fix "but, honey, you need to be more careful"
"But I'm okay!" she argues then reached up to rub her wounded cheek "see!"
"I know, but still-"
"Elisa!" Goliath barreled through the bathroom door, she nearly spat her beating heart out. She sometimes forgets how fast he can move despite his massive size.
Also, the door to the bathroom was broken.
"I smelt-Aila!" He was by her side in seconds, lifting his third born up to inspect her injuries "what happened?!"
"Hi, daddy! Look!" She pointed to the bath water once again blind to the anxiety she was causing both of her parents "I caught it all by myself!" She chirped excitedly, wings and tail fluttering in glee.
"I-what?"
"The pigeon" she says.
"Pigeon-" his eyes drift over to the poor avian floating in the bathtub "oh." He replies softly.
"I caught it, daddy!"
"Ah, I can see that, but you are quite the mess, my daughter"
"It scratched me, but I fought back really hard!"
"I checked the cuts" Elisa intervened "they're too shallow to be anything serious"
"Are you going to cook it, mommy?"
"Cook it?"
"I caught it for dinner. I wanted to help"
"Oh! Well, sure" Elisa pushed some wet hair from her face side eyeing the dead bird.
Right.
"Yay!"
After the fear had vanished from the room, Goliath helped their daughter to a well needed bath. Elisa tended to the pigeon, the poor bastard didn't see it coming, and wrapped in an old, tattered bath towel.
'Guess I'll have Owen dispose of it. Somewhere'
"Ow! Daddy that stings!"
"It means the medicine is working"
“Can I have the hello kitty Band-Aid?"
"Yes, daughter you may" father and daughter were housed in the master bedroom. Aila was scrubbed head to toe. Squeaky clean. Goliath was treating her scratches while she watched intently from her perch on the edge of the bed.
"Aila?"
"Yes, daddy!" It gets a smile from him before he changes his demeanor.
"You know you’re not supposed to go hunting without me"
"But daddy-"
"There are rules in place for reasons; they are there to ensure your safety."
"But daddy-"
"Aila-"
"But daddy I'm not little anymore." She cuts him off again.
"Well, yes, but that doesn't mean my rules no longer apply. You may not be so little, but you are still learning, any number of things could have happened. You're lucky a couple of scratches are the only thing you received."
Her ears fell back behind her head "Are you angry?"
"No, I just want you to be safe"
"Okay…." she says a little dejectedly "I'll wait for you"
"That's all ask" he gently pats her head.
"Will you cook it for dinner?"
"What?"
"The pigeon daddy!"
"Oh, right-" he glances over to Elisa "uhh-"
"Of course, sweetheart."
"Okay!"
"Can I have cake?"
"Not until after super" Goliath answers.
"Can I have strawberries then, the ones mommy bought?"
"You may-" in her excitement she tried to scramble from her father's grasp to the kitchen "now wait a minute. You're still dripping wet" it took a while to pat her dry, as she kept squirming.
"Am I done now?"
"Yes, daughter you're dry now" she hopes off his lap to make way for the kitchen.
"Puts some clothes on first!" Elisa shouts after her.
"Yes, mommy!" But then she comes running back to their room "you guys gonna cook the pigeon, right?" She asks, double checking.
"Of course," she lies through her teeth again.
"Okay!" She chirps before prancing back towards her bedroom. Goliath waits until he knows Aila's out of earshot to ask.
"Are you truly going to cook...that?"
"Are you?" She shoots back at him.
"Perhaps-" he trails off to give the dead bird another incredulous glance "but I doubt it would be safe to consume"
"God only knows what kind of diseases it's carrying" she grimaces.
"Agreed, but you did promise to cook it, why lie?"
"I didn't. We'll just have Owen burn the poor bastard and replace it with a chicken. It's not like she'll know the difference"
"That is true, but we shouldn't lie to the child"
"It's just a little white fib, besides pigeon kind of tastes like chicken anyways"
"Still-" he wants to argue.
"Do you wanna tell her we threw her prized catch away?"
He frowned "No."
"Then that settles it, we'll just snatch a chicken from the freezer and cook it" Elisa was right, Aila didn't notice. She beamed at the table, happily recounting her tale about how she caught dinner to everyone as they ate.
Hooray! Finally got around to putting my Amanda Conner prints in a (slightly less terrible) frame!
The images are from the Gargoyles comics by Marvel (Way before Disney actually owned them lol). They’re both 11″x17″ and signed by the artist.
I got these bad boys approximately 1,000 years ago when I met Miss Conner at Dragon*Con. What a talent (and a very nice person)!
Now to find a place of honor on the wall…
