Man, Goliath Is A Bitch Of A Character To Write.

Quick Goliath sketch from my twitter ‘cause… I guess I’m into Gargoyles now

True love is so much harder to come by.

Short drabble,

Adoh: Oldest daughter of Goliath and Elisa

A/N: Nothing, just something ridiculous came to mind

"You don't think my dad and Demona….." Alex awkwardly gestures with his hands "ya know…...did things..do you?" 

Aodh casts her childhood friend a scathing glance, disgust clear in the way her nose wrinkled "how the hell am I supposed to know that!?" 

"I don't know!" Alex raises his hands "I mean they were partners in crime at one point" 

"Ugh!" Aodh snaps her head away. That is not something she wanted to picture! Ever!

"I mean anything's a possibility." He follows "though now that I think about it, that technically makes a Goliath a cuckold"

She turns back to him with a rather deadpanned expression".....Please stop talking.." 

"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.

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DEMONA: I need your help.

XANATOS: Great. Who are we killing? I won’t do kids. That’s a rule. But that rule is negotiable if the kid’s a dick.

I know Gargoyles don't wear shoes, but imagine Brooklyn trying to impress Katana with his newly bought light up sketcher shoes.

The stirring of Aspen leaves And the wind, heavy with the sweetness of October aster And the way it all falls to silence

// Part 36