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person4Title: That Was Before
Fandom: Gargoyles
Pairing: Elisa/Goliath
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Set during or after the much-disliked third season, although you can only tell by the living arrangements.
Elisa was a little embarrassed by herself at times. She was an adult woman, a cop, and someone who'd seen so many strange and incredible things during just the past few years of her life that she was getting close to becoming entirely unflappable in the face of weirdness. She had never considered herself to be a romantic, or at least not the soppy sort who made her wonder if they'd never once had a relationship gone sour to dull their mental images of perfect everlasting love. Though she wanted a happy relationship as much as almost anyone else did, she'd never imagined that might involve her mooning around like a love-struck teenager.
That was before she began hurrying to Castle Wyvern the moment she went off duty and had no other work that needed to be taken care of or people that she needed to spend time around, regardless of the time of day, even if it would be hours before the gargoyles broke out of their stone sleep. Before spending her spare time with what was basically a statue until the sun went down became worth the vague embarrassment of knowing that the Xanatoses and Owen knew why she kept slipping through their home at odd hours, that if it has still been nothing more than friendship she wouldn't arrive until much closer to sunset. As it was, there were even rare days when she got there early enough to wind up sharing awkward late lunches with Fox, even Xanatos himself once or twice when they both happened to have the same afternoon free, mostly in a somewhat strained attempt to keep the atmosphere at Castle Wyvern as close to civil as possible given their past history.
It was before sitting on the floor leaning back against Goliath's leg--sometimes reading a book, sometimes closing her eyes and dozing a little in the closest they could ever get to really sleeping beside each other, sometimes just watching as a wound slowly fused shut or wondering if she was right to think his body felt warmer than normal stone or if it was just the sun heating him--started to feel like a natural way to kill a few hours while waiting for night. Before he began subtly changing the poses he held his body in come dawn to make a more comfortable spot for her at his side, and breaking out of the last of the thin stone shell with less force come nightfall so she wouldn't be harmed if she'd happened to fall asleep there and hadn't woken up in time to get out of the way.
It was embarrassing, and from time to time she had to go out and do something, anything, else with her days just to prove that she still had life outside of her job and Goliath and the other gargoyles, that she hadn't turned into that sort of woman. She took every invitation anyone offered her, so long as they were only seeking friendship, to spend an afternoon hanging out and show that she still had friends who didn't have, and didn't know anyone who had, wings and eyes that could glow.
And then she politely excused herself come evening, and made her way to the Eyrie Building, and the castle at its peak. She never wanted to become the sort of woman whose entire life revolved around a man, but the fact was that even if Goliath was no where to be found she'd want to spend most of her nights with the others.
Nothing in normal life could compare.
Fandom: Gargoyles
Pairing: Elisa/Goliath
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Set during or after the much-disliked third season, although you can only tell by the living arrangements.
Elisa was a little embarrassed by herself at times. She was an adult woman, a cop, and someone who'd seen so many strange and incredible things during just the past few years of her life that she was getting close to becoming entirely unflappable in the face of weirdness. She had never considered herself to be a romantic, or at least not the soppy sort who made her wonder if they'd never once had a relationship gone sour to dull their mental images of perfect everlasting love. Though she wanted a happy relationship as much as almost anyone else did, she'd never imagined that might involve her mooning around like a love-struck teenager.
That was before she began hurrying to Castle Wyvern the moment she went off duty and had no other work that needed to be taken care of or people that she needed to spend time around, regardless of the time of day, even if it would be hours before the gargoyles broke out of their stone sleep. Before spending her spare time with what was basically a statue until the sun went down became worth the vague embarrassment of knowing that the Xanatoses and Owen knew why she kept slipping through their home at odd hours, that if it has still been nothing more than friendship she wouldn't arrive until much closer to sunset. As it was, there were even rare days when she got there early enough to wind up sharing awkward late lunches with Fox, even Xanatos himself once or twice when they both happened to have the same afternoon free, mostly in a somewhat strained attempt to keep the atmosphere at Castle Wyvern as close to civil as possible given their past history.
It was before sitting on the floor leaning back against Goliath's leg--sometimes reading a book, sometimes closing her eyes and dozing a little in the closest they could ever get to really sleeping beside each other, sometimes just watching as a wound slowly fused shut or wondering if she was right to think his body felt warmer than normal stone or if it was just the sun heating him--started to feel like a natural way to kill a few hours while waiting for night. Before he began subtly changing the poses he held his body in come dawn to make a more comfortable spot for her at his side, and breaking out of the last of the thin stone shell with less force come nightfall so she wouldn't be harmed if she'd happened to fall asleep there and hadn't woken up in time to get out of the way.
It was embarrassing, and from time to time she had to go out and do something, anything, else with her days just to prove that she still had life outside of her job and Goliath and the other gargoyles, that she hadn't turned into that sort of woman. She took every invitation anyone offered her, so long as they were only seeking friendship, to spend an afternoon hanging out and show that she still had friends who didn't have, and didn't know anyone who had, wings and eyes that could glow.
And then she politely excused herself come evening, and made her way to the Eyrie Building, and the castle at its peak. She never wanted to become the sort of woman whose entire life revolved around a man, but the fact was that even if Goliath was no where to be found she'd want to spend most of her nights with the others.
Nothing in normal life could compare.