Golisa - Blog Posts
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.."
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"I'll fly too close to the sun and know that i will burn"
Summary: Goliath promised himself that he'd never get too close to another human ever again. Betrayal had torn his soul, the dead now laid at his wake, wailed in his ear. Never again, he vowed, never again will he trust another human, never again will he call one friend. Then he met Elisa. And despite all his vows and promises, she had wormed her way into his heart, determined to stay there. Determined to stay at his side and he was powerless to stop her.
Perhaps, Demona was right about one thing-he is a fool. He's like Icarus flying far too close to the sun for his own good. He can't count how many times he's been burned and crashed into the sea; over and over again he finds himself at the mercy of her thrashing, unforgiving waves threatening to hurl him into the sharp rocks.
-To paint her precious aquamarine crimson with his blood.
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"Would you change it?"
He thought about it. It's not like he had to. But-
"No," he answers "I know what the humans meant when they gave me my name. But, it's become a part of me, something I cannot change, even if I wanted to. I can't imagine being called anything other than Goliath. It is who I am. Besides it's not as if the name wasn't partially warranted" Elisa looks at him again, longer this time. Her brows knot at the center of her forehead.
"What do you mean?" Goliath briefly curses himself. Of course she'd ask. Of course she noticed. He did not know why he brought it to light to begin with. It was neither the place nor the time, it isn't even something he wished to discuss with her. At least not now. Not here. Not any sooner if he was to be honest with himself.
"I-" words failed him "I was a troubled adolescent back then. I often let my temper get the best of me in the worst possible ways. I wasn't exactly a very nice person during those years"
She eyed him with doubt "I find that hard to believe"
"People feared me, Elisa."
"I know-"
"And with good reason" he watches her lips fall shut "but that's a story for another time. I don't know why I brought it up to begin with. It's neither here nor now" there's an edge in his voice, he knows damn well Elisa could hear it. If he could kick himself he would. He did a nice job souring the mood between them. This isn't what he wanted or intended.
"I-I see" she moves some hair behind her ear, her teeth brush over her bottom lip. The action brings his attention to them "I-I'm gonna get some punch"
"Elisa-"
"I'll be back" she waves him off. Her smile is a little force and Goliath is fully aware that he skewered his chance. Shot himself in the foot, screwed himself over by shoving his foot not just in his mouth but down his very throat. He was choking, but did not know how to free himself.
Her back retreated into the crowd, a colorful wash of white and ebony, he wanted nothing more than to chase after her, but saw no good coming out of that. Instead he ran a hand down his face as he growled at himself. He really is a fool, a damn good one.
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Tw:Child Death
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I've certainly written myself into a perdicment. Not a bad one mind you, but I couldn't help myself l've given GoLisa like 9 kids. But, of coursed I killed two of them off, because angst. But, still that's a lot of kids. Then I made them adopt two more-because why not. I don't know, Goliath and Elisa strike me as the type to breed like rabbits. And given that gargoyles are strongly family driven/oriented it wouldn't be a surprise they'd have a bunch of babies.
LISTEN..., listen guys, Tried Mom! Elisa is my new jam..like she'd go to work, with her hair a wreck and infinity of bags under her eyes, listening to the other woman in her precinct talking about the cute things their kids do, like coloring on the walls, trying to eat mud or dirt the usual toddler things, while Elisa has war flashbacks about her half-gargoyle babies eating, or try to eat plaster off the walls.
Goliath and the clan have been teaching them how to hunt, they see this as an opportunity to drop dead rats in her lap. In her slippers, under her bed, in her bed, sometimes while she's taking a nice hot bath after a long day of of work her oldest daughter, Aodh, now six pushes open the bathroom door and-
"Mommy!"
Her eyes are still closed "Yes, honey"
"Look what I got!" Her eyes pop open in horror as her daughter drops a dead pigeon in her bath water.
"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.
"Knock Twice, well......"
Summary: Sequel to "Please Knock"
Words: 1,234
Warnings! Some mild Sexual Humor!
A/N: Do Gargoyles bathe? I don't think that was ever answered in canon as far as I know. And if they did where exactly did they get the means to do so. Unless their stone sleep does something about that, but meh. I find this more interesting to write about.
They find a hose and a plastic pool. And some soap. How? Goliath isn't sure where or how the trio had conjured up the materials, but at least they had something to use to bathe themselves.
Unfortunately, he had come to understand that within the massive city of glass and iron that there weren't many bodies of water to wash in. Clean water that is. There is the harbor and the Hudson river, but as with any lake or pond, they were not secluded. Too public, too open for prying eyes. New York as he had come to know was known as the city that never sleeps.
Humans were everywhere; working day and night without stop. Nothing ever stops, nothing is ever quiet for a moment. Cars, trains, planes, buses; the many means of transportation that this new world uses to travel from one place to another within a blink of an eye are loud. He's not used to all the noise. Or all the lights. So many lights. At times he feels overstimulated by all the commotion and sensations.
Hudson complained; the trio were enthralled by it. They were young and curious, entertained by all the things this era had to offer.
For him-It took awhile to grow accustomed to the constant commotion.
In any case they were fortunate in one thing-
Lexington's newfound passion for tinkering gives them access to hot water. He discovered some way to heat it without burning the clock tower down. It's an odd contraption created out of stove parts and electricity. While unorthodox it worked, that's all that truly mattered in the long run.
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Goliath was alone when he decided to not just bathe but attend to some overdue laundry. Not that he had much. His loincloth was the only clothing he possessed. Now, that he thought about it-it was his only material possession. Not that he owned much of anything per se living in Scotland, but what little he did have was probably gone.
A thousand years is a long time.
Time erodes.
Things decay.
A long, drawn sigh leaves his lips. He blinks and looks around the makeshift bathroom, the harder he stares, the stranger his surroundings feel, the more alien it is to him.
Brick instead of stone.
Lights instead of fire.
Automobiles instead of horses. He can hear them through the walls.
The noise is still hard to get used to. He wonders how Elisa can stand it. All the loudness, all the commotion, and moving and flaring lights.
She's lived here all her life, he argues, she's probably so accustomed to it that it barely registers.
Goliath frowns, but shakes his head. He continues what he was doing. The belt buckle of his loincloth clinks in his ear, as he unlatches it. It slides away easily without needless complications.
He could never understand why Hudson desired full body clothing. It seemed like a chore to dress and redress.
But, to each their own, he supposes.
He fumbles with the old leather to wash it-grabs a washbasin, slides the belt from the loincloth's loopholes.
After being blown up, attacked, shot at, he's surprised that it had managed to remain in one piece, though some of the edges were singed, burnt black by fire.
One of his sisters had sewn it for him. Try as he might he was never apt for the craft. His hands were far too large to carefully maneuver such a thin needle. Nor did he have the patience and nimbleness needed for such a long, tedious process. But, his sweet, kind sister went out of her way to make this one as sturdy as possible.
Back then, long before his days of being titled second in command, he had developed a habit of tearing his clothing in battle. A sword or spear flying far too close for comfort, slicing through paper thin fabric. He wasn't embarrassed in the least, but the castle soldiers, especially, did not appreciate the unintended view.
"Goliath" his old friend called "I'd appreciate it if ya dinna flash everybody every time we go to battle" Goliath scowled at the memory. Humans were puzzling when it came to the very idea or presence of nudity. He never truly understood it, back then and now.
"I think they're just jealous" the captain slurred as he sipped from his mug of mead.
"Jealous?" He blinks. He was just barely out of adolescence then "jealous of what?"
He laughs, merrily drunk "eh, not everyone's just got a mighty sword laying about, lad! No one likes a show off!" His skin flushed an interesting shade of lavender underneath the fire and moonlight.
He ignores the pang of melancholy the old memory brings with it.
To his kind sister's credit, it lasted the longest. It remained sturdy and weathered every ordeal until now.
Some pieces of leather were flaking off it. The more he washed it, the more wears and tears he found in it.
Perhaps, he should start investing in a new one soon. But, finding materials on the other hand were easier said than done. Not to mention the sewing.
Maybe Elisa might know where to acquire some. But, he hesitates, Elisa has done more for his clan then necessary. He didn't want to burden her with more requests.
But he also didn't want to end up in a situation where he was without some form of modesty. His clan of course would not care in the least.
But, Elisa might take offense to it.
After a thorough cleaning, he hangs it from a clothes line to dry. And puts his belt aside. He heats the water before dumping in the plastic swimming pool.
He feels ridiculous sitting in it. It's bright pink and far too small for his lumbering body, but he finds away. He uses the bar soap and his talons to scrub away at his skin.
First his body, then his wings and tail and finally he struggled with the thick monstrosity that was his mane of hair.
It felt like hours, combing, washing, soaping and picking through knots and tangles. It was quite the pain in the ass, but the last thing he wanted for it was to get matted.
Or invite lice.
His head felt significantly lighter after he was finished. He felt refreshed. Rising from the makeshift tub, he shakes lose the excess water. They had nothing to dry with.
A creak is heard behind the door. Goliath doesn't really pay it any heed, it was probably just his clan. Instead he made his way to the ceramic sink to splash some cool water on to his face and to scrub away the grime and dirt.
"Goliath-" the rush of water had dampened his hearing. Blinded, he snapped his up to follow the call of his name only to freeze upon seeing Elisa in the doorway red head to toe. Her mouth hung slightly open, whatever she was going to say died on her tongue in light of-
Her eyes were wide-
-they flickered from his face down to-
Oh.
Shit.
It wasn't like him to swear. But it was appropriate to the situation.
"Imsorry!" She blurted, slamming the door shut, as she scrambled to flee from the sight of his naked body. It echoes. Then everything goes rather eerily quiet.
Well.
So much for making sure Elisa did not see him nude.
Watching Gargoyles with my family like:
This was funny
Most memorable
And
Yeessssss???
Elisa stop
ELISA STOOOOPPPPP
yessss here we go, tell her how you feel!
OMG ITS HAPPENING
DAMMIT ELISA!!!!! STOP SHUSHING THE MAN HES TRYING TO DECLARE HIS UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU
"Knock Twice, well......"
Summary: Sequel to "Please Knock"
Words: 1,234
Warnings! Some mild Sexual Humor!
A/N: Do Gargoyles bathe? I don't think that was ever answered in canon as far as I know. And if they did where exactly did they get the means to do so. Unless their stone sleep does something about that, but meh. I find this more interesting to write about.
They find a hose and a plastic pool. And some soap. How? Goliath isn't sure where or how the trio had conjured up the materials, but at least they had something to use to bathe themselves.
Unfortunately, he had come to understand that within the massive city of glass and iron that there weren't many bodies of water to wash in. Clean water that is. There is the harbor and the Hudson river, but as with any lake or pond, they were not secluded. Too public, too open for prying eyes. New York as he had come to know was known as the city that never sleeps.
Humans were everywhere; working day and night without stop. Nothing ever stops, nothing is ever quiet for a moment. Cars, trains, planes, buses; the many means of transportation that this new world uses to travel from one place to another within a blink of an eye are loud. He's not used to all the noise. Or all the lights. So many lights. At times he feels overstimulated by all the commotion and sensations.
Hudson complained; the trio were enthralled by it. They were young and curious, entertained by all the things this era had to offer.
For him-It took awhile to grow accustomed to the constant commotion.
In any case they were fortunate in one thing-
Lexington's newfound passion for tinkering gives them access to hot water. He discovered some way to heat it without burning the clock tower down. It's an odd contraption created out of stove parts and electricity. While unorthodox it worked, that's all that truly mattered in the long run.
-
Goliath was alone when he decided to not just bathe but attend to some overdue laundry. Not that he had much. His loincloth was the only clothing he possessed. Now, that he thought about it-it was his only material possession. Not that he owned much of anything per se living in Scotland, but what little he did have was probably gone.
A thousand years is a long time.
Time erodes.
Things decay.
A long, drawn sigh leaves his lips. He blinks and looks around the makeshift bathroom, the harder he stares, the stranger his surroundings feel, the more alien it is to him.
Brick instead of stone.
Lights instead of fire.
Automobiles instead of horses. He can hear them through the walls.
The noise is still hard to get used to. He wonders how Elisa can stand it. All the loudness, all the commotion, and moving and flaring lights.
She's lived here all her life, he argues, she's probably so accustomed to it that it barely registers.
Goliath frowns, but shakes his head. He continues what he was doing. The belt buckle of his loincloth clinks in his ear, as he unlatches it. It slides away easily without needless complications.
He could never understand why Hudson desired full body clothing. It seemed like a chore to dress and redress.
But, to each their own, he supposes.
He fumbles with the old leather to wash it-grabs a washbasin, slides the belt from the loincloth's loopholes.
After being blown up, attacked, shot at, he's surprised that it had managed to remain in one piece, though some of the edges were singed, burnt black by fire.
One of his sisters had sewn it for him. Try as he might he was never apt for the craft. His hands were far too large to carefully maneuver such a thin needle. Nor did he have the patience and nimbleness needed for such a long, tedious process. But, his sweet, kind sister went out of her way to make this one as sturdy as possible.
Back then, long before his days of being titled second in command, he had developed a habit of tearing his clothing in battle. A sword or spear flying far too close for comfort, slicing through paper thin fabric. He wasn't embarrassed in the least, but the castle soldiers, especially, did not appreciate the unintended view.
"Goliath" his old friend called "I'd appreciate it if ya dinna flash everybody every time we go to battle" Goliath scowled at the memory. Humans were puzzling when it came to the very idea or presence of nudity. He never truly understood it, back then and now.
"I think they're just jealous" the captain slurred as he sipped from his mug of mead.
"Jealous?" He blinks. He was just barely out of adolescence then "jealous of what?"
He laughs, merrily drunk "eh, not everyone's just got a mighty sword laying about, lad! No one likes a show off!" His skin flushed an interesting shade of lavender underneath the fire and moonlight.
He ignores the pang of melancholy the old memory brings with it.
To his kind sister's credit, it lasted the longest. It remained sturdy and weathered every ordeal until now.
Some pieces of leather were flaking off it. The more he washed it, the more wears and tears he found in it.
Perhaps, he should start investing in a new one soon. But, finding materials on the other hand were easier said than done. Not to mention the sewing.
Maybe Elisa might know where to acquire some. But, he hesitates, Elisa has done more for his clan then necessary. He didn't want to burden her with more requests.
But he also didn't want to end up in a situation where he was without some form of modesty. His clan of course would not care in the least.
But, Elisa might take offense to it.
After a thorough cleaning, he hangs it from a clothes line to dry. And puts his belt aside. He heats the water before dumping in the plastic swimming pool.
He feels ridiculous sitting in it. It's bright pink and far too small for his lumbering body, but he finds away. He uses the bar soap and his talons to scrub away at his skin.
First his body, then his wings and tail and finally he struggled with the thick monstrosity that was his mane of hair.
It felt like hours, combing, washing, soaping and picking through knots and tangles. It was quite the pain in the ass, but the last thing he wanted for it was to get matted.
Or invite lice.
His head felt significantly lighter after he was finished. He felt refreshed. Rising from the makeshift tub, he shakes lose the excess water. They had nothing to dry with.
A creak is heard behind the door. Goliath doesn't really pay it any heed, it was probably just his clan. Instead he made his way to the ceramic sink to splash some cool water on to his face and to scrub away the grime and dirt.
"Goliath-" the rush of water had dampened his hearing. Blinded, he snapped his up to follow the call of his name only to freeze upon seeing Elisa in the doorway red head to toe. Her mouth hung slightly open, whatever she was going to say died on her tongue in light of-
Her eyes were wide-
-they flickered from his face down to-
Oh.
Shit.
It wasn't like him to swear. But it was appropriate to the situation.
"Imsorry!" She blurted, slamming the door shut, as she scrambled to flee from the sight of his naked body. It echoes. Then everything goes rather eerily quiet.
Well.
So much for making sure Elisa did not see him nude.
"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.