randomplaces | Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

Goliath looked out over the large room, his eyes resting on the gathering of the Manhattan clans and their friends and kin. Everyone was there but for their alternate brethren and Lex and Emily. The latter two were watching the event via closed-circuit television from Lex's hospital room, and the former... well, he hoped they were going to be here soon.

Behind him Hudson muttered and grumbled nervously, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Peace, old friend. All will be well."

"Sez the bloke that just hit the wall agin this verra mornin'," returned Hudson with uncharacteristic heat, then sighed and turned away to pace.

Goliath closed the door to the groom's room and walked over to pour the old gargoyle a drink of the wine that David had brought in earlier.

That worthy individual was contemplating the window, his hands folded behind his back. "Claw's new wife is a lovely woman."

"Aye." Hudson knocked back his drink and slumped into a chair. "Part 'o me's wishin' Lucy 'n I had just done as they did."

"No you're not," said Goliath calmly. "You decided on this for Lucy."

"Aye." The old one sighed.

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Goliath winced as he pushed back his chair and rubbed his stomach, then sighed as Franklin dropped his last spoonful of cranberry sauce on his white shirt.

"Hey, you got through the important stuff in one piece." Elisa grabbed a napkin and started to gently dab at the stain as her adopted son hid his face with his hand.

Elisa hid a laugh behind her hand, making it a point to look at Hope, who's baby carrier was on the chair next to her. Her daughter was happily sucking on a bottle, both hands and her tail firmly wrapped around it.

"It was a beautiful ceremony," she said.

"Indeed." Goliath looked at his wife and thought of their own quick trip to the JP, his expression a bit wistful as he wished there could have been just a little fuss for her. "Who would have thought Hudson to be such a poet?"

There was a soft snerking sound from the little robot that Emily and the local Lex were watching things through.

Icy gave it a wide-eyed look, still not used to the idea of the thing.

The robot was being closely watched by the traveling Lex, who was clearly fascinated by its workings.

Guinevere too, was uncomfortable with the strange machine.

"Yay, club soda." Elisa scrubbed gently, cheerfully ignorant of Franklin's embarrassment.

The robot turned its head and Icy started and grabbed Lex's arm with a gasp.

"It will not harm you," Goliath hastened to assure the girl.

"Oh, wicked awesome!" Lex said, a big grin plastered on his face.

"Lex says thanks," came Emily's voice from a speaker on the machine. "And that he wants to geek out with you some time."

Icy went grey.

"Oh, totally," Lex replied.

Elisa gave Icy a reassuring look. "It's okay, really. Nothing to be afraid of."

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