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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"Do we want to know what the Brooklyns are laughing about?" Elisa glanced that way, then turned back to Franklin. "Nope."

"It... I'm sorry." Icy hid her face with one hand, then started again as the robot turned its head toward her. This time she glommed onto Guenevere's arm.

Golitah frowned with concern.

Goliath put a hand to his head. "I am certain we are all better for not knowing."

Guinevere herself looked decidedly uncomfortable, but mostly for entirely different reasons. The camera was strange, but it was Icy's clinging, the fact that anyone would try and draw comfort from her, that was the most off-putting.

"Indeed." Goliath leaned slightly toward Icy.

"Hey... um Lex says you can move the cam-bot to another table," said Emily's voice hesitantly.

Icy squeezed her eyes shut and blushed with mortification, her small hands still tight on the arm of her new clan sister.

"I got it," Lex said, getting up to move it.

Guinevere gave Icy a sympathetic look. "It is... all right. I find all this quite startling as well."

At another table, Delilah gave her counterpart a curious look. "It is very strange. We are pretty much the same person, yet we look almost nothing alike."

Perhaps an over simplification, given that both resembled Elisa. One simply lacked any of Demona in her DNA.

She bowed her head. "But you're not frightened by it."

Del cocked her head, then tossed her hair out of her eyes. "We are not quite the same. You are all Elisa, but I am a mixture."

"Not as much as you seem to be. But I was taught to never show my fears," she said. There was no judgment in her voice, but just a little bit of classic Demona arrogance did poke it's way through.

Delilah nodded. "Yes. You are... part Demona?"

Icy looked up at the taller girl and withdrew, biting her lip. "We had nothing to fear, save hunger and the ice."

"Yes." Del looked down at her plate, quirking a slight smile for Burbank as he reached out automatically and squeezed her hand.

"Consider yourself very lucky then," Guinevere said, not unkindly. "We dealt with bandits, frequent viking incursions, and dark wizards."

It was Malibu who spoke up. "Where are..." And a quick gesture indicated Hollywood and Brentwood. "Where are us?"

Icy frowned as she tried to understand some of the words, then went round-eyed as a waiter set a slice of chocolate cheesecake in front of her. "Oh...."

Burbank bowed his head as Del put a hand over her mouth. "They died."

"Us not dead!" Brentwood insisted. Poor little guy. Cloned from Lex, he was far and away the dumbest of the clones. "Us alive!"

Hollywood reached out and bopped him lightly on the head. "Not us us, other us!"

"Ooooh."

Guinevere's eyes went wide as well. "This smells... wonderful!"

Elisa, meanwhile, hide an amused smile behind her hand, and shared a look with her counterpart. "Apparently, cake is the answer to everything."

"My brothers of you." The added years had given Burbank some wisdom, but he was still rather lax with his sentence structure and such. "They're on the parapet, all stone. And they'll never turn back."

Del closed her eyes and turned away from her cake.

Icy, on the other hand, had discovered the little golden charm that hers was adorned with and was trying with all the difficulty of one who's seen very few portrayals in her life, to work out what the tiny ornament was supposed to represent.

"Heh," said Elisa, looking at her own. "I got a heart, Big Guy. Want it?"

"Have I not already got your heart?" Goliath looked up, brows lifted.

Elisa laughed and gave her Goliath a look. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to try and top that?"

"My love for you is so deep and true that I could not attempt to sully it by dragging it into a competition."

Elisa smirked the smirk of someone who believe's she's just won.

"I... We are sorry," Delilah said. "I am sure they did not mean to remind you of your pain."

Guinevere gave the charm a curious look too. "It... does not appear to be food," she said. "But why is it here?"

"I know that you have mine," Goliath finished.

Elisa leaned against him and looked at her twin with dancing eyes. "Isn't it?"

"I know," breathed Del, leaning against Burbank as he gently rubbed her back and wrapped a wing around her.

"It's a party favor." A passing waiter paused to tell Guinevere and Icy. "A gift from the bride and groom to their guests."

"But what is it?" Icy turned the little dove over and frowned at it.

Elisa smiled. "We got ourselves a couple of good ones."

The other Burbank looked rather confused. "You two... together?"

This, at least, Guinevere could help with. "I believe it is some kind of bird."

Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

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