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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"Made that pale in comparison." Goliath nodded toward where Chelsea perched triumphantly atop the curtain rod in nothing but her frilly underpants as Broadway tried to talk her down.

Goliath rolled his eyes while Elisa broke out into laughter.

"Real pistol, that one," she laughs.

"I tremble to think of what she would have become had she remained human and taken to the streets as she matured." Goliath considered getting up to help his son in law, but decided to sit back and watch instead.

Elisa shook her head. "I'm not going there. I'm thinking my happy thoughts today."

Elisa gave hope an amused look that shifted into mock-seriousness. "Now you, young lady, are going to be better behaved, right?"

"Zhah!"

Elisa laughed. "Of course, after everything I put Mom and Dad through as a kid--and as an adult for that matter--she'll probably have me gray before I'm forty. Eighty? Forty?" Another laugh. "Still can't figure out which side of the age-coin I'm supposed to use."

"I'd go with forty." Elisa nodded thoughtfully, her mouth twitching as Broadway went looking for a chair that would support his weight.

"Bbbbbbbbbb!" Smyrna ran past, obviously cruising on a sugar high. Talon would learn eventually.

Elisa laughed out loud.

"You know, I shouldn't laugh at Derek's troubles... but I'm going to anyway."

From across the room, "I heard that, Elisa!"

Elisa laughed as well, but then looked at her twin with sudden interest. "You're still strong enough to give him a noogie...."

"Elisa...." Goliath gave her a look of bemusement.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

The Gargoyle Goliath gave his Elisa a similar look. Her response was identical.

She smiled. "I laugh, but I owe him a lot. Derek's part of the reason I didn't just lose my mind." Her gaze lingered on Goliath. "One of several reasons."

"He still needs a noogie!" Elisa insisted with a laugh. Then she looked over her shoulder toward the door as Owen stepped through and nodded to Hudson. "Oh, the hall's ready for the dancing."

Elisa smiled and put her hand on Goliath's. "All right! Ready to cut a rug, Big Guy?"

"...That means dancing, correct?"

"Goliath, you've been around me for more than two years now... I think you'd have figured out the way I..."

She stopped, as she saw that he was grinning. "Oooh, good one, you."

Gargoyles' reality. Castle Wyvern. Wedding bells.

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