I Made A Meme

GOLIATH: And how, exactly, do you plan to stop me?

BROOKLYN: I'll call Elisa.

GOLIATH: [shocked gasp]

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 that meme where Rosa from B99 is holding a puppy and says “I’ve only had him for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everybody in the room and then myself”?

That is legit Elisa and Goliath about each other within an episode of meeting each other for the first time.

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.." 

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?" 

okay but Goliath smiling is the cutest shit

like

he’s so pure

Puck and Demona from one of my favorite gargoyles episodes

“Morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable” — the secret history, by donna tartt.

I found these cute GoLisa stuff in the gargoyles comics.

evanakisa (x)