Very Rough Draft

nothing but peace

evanakisa (x)

I don't know why, but I keep writing Elisa suffering from some kind of mental health issues, namely depression in my fics. But, she's always deep in denial about there anything being wrong even though everyone knows something wrong.

Goliath confronts her about it.

Goliath: Elisa, you need help.

Elisa: [ Holding up their half-human gargoyle baby] Do you think a depressed person can make this? No. They can't, I'm not depressed.

Also Elisa: lounging on the couch, feeding her baby her bottle as she eats powdered donuts for breakfast. She's drinking red koolaid straight out of the pitcher. She hasn't bathed in three days, hasn't been outside for longer as watches Sanford and son reruns over and over again.

Also Elisa: I don't why everyone thinks there's a problem.

Hello some gargoyles sketches based on my Patreon Poll.

Goliath, Garg!Elisa, Griff, Brooklyn, Katana, Angela, and Puck! 

Always want to sketch some more gargoyles.

Goliath with Gargoyle Elisa.

"And a Hunting We Will Go"

Summary: In retrospect, Elisa should've seen it coming- 

Words: 1,324

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Warnings! Blood, Animal Death

  A03:

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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.

"Please Knock"

Summary: Elisa learns to try and get use to her new friend.

Words: 279

Warnings! Just some mild sexual humor/if you can call it that.

Elisa has to remember Goliath isn't human. But, sometimes even with that thought in mind she finds it hard to restrain her temper. 

Especially,  when he like a tank comes barreling through her bathroom door. The noise along of  hard muscle hitting the floor and splintering wood has her heart ricocheting within her ribcage.

"Goliath!" She shrieked, pulling her shower curtain over herself.

"Elisa-" he paused.

"Hey!" her downstairs neighbor bellows from below "Is this a circus!? Keep it down up there, Maza! I'm trying to sleep!" 

"Sorry! Sorry!" She shouted back before training her annoyed glare towards the literal giant standing awkwardly in the middle of her bathroom. Right, where he landed she could see cracks in the tiles.

Her landlord's going to have a cow.

"Goliath" 

"I heard you scream"  he says simply.

"I-I just burnt myself by accident" she hadn't been thinking when she had hopped into the shower forgetting how high she had set the temperature on.

"Burnt yourself-" 

"My bathwater was a little too hot is all, now can-" she eyes her broken door with a mourning glance. Oh, well she was looking to replace it anyways. She guesses. She watches as he picks up a rather large piece of her door frame-

"I seem to have-"

"It's alright." She sighs "just leave it" 

"But," 

"Just leave it, Goliath. Now, can you stand outside. I don't have any clothes on" 

"Right" she could've sworn he looked a bit sheepish as he places the door down and exits with a swish of his tail and a flutter of his massive wingspan.

Elisa mutters under her breath. This was going to be a long awkward night.

Gargoyles are just giant bat-people.

No I don't take criticism.

Can you imagine the type of trainwreck things would be if Demona raised Angela. Poor girl would be in therapy for the rest of her life.

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