Gargoyles' 'verse: The Castle: Shopping Trip (Probably Lacking in Doom)

[wingsofdestine.livejournal.com]

Guinevere materialized in the courtyard of the castle with a nervous look, afraid for a moment that it hadn't actually worked.  After all, the one courtyard looked pretty much like the other.

Though, truth be told, she'd be nervous anyway.  The very idea of simply going out into public--shopping, Franklin had called it--was beyond strange to her.  She was from a time when her kind were tolerated at best, not unlike some kind of mangy watchdog that the humans kept.  Useful, but not at all important.  And times were not much better several centuries in the future.  Could it all have changed so much here?

And there was the scarier notion that somewhere out there in this universe, there might still exist a Demona.  The one from the universe she now called home was removed from things, forever sealed in sleeping stone.  But here...  could she face herself, if it came down to it?  She did not know.

And then there were her emerging feelings for Franklin...

Comments

[random_xtras]

The bag got wadded up and stuffed into a pants pocket as he thought about that. "Oh."

And he was away again, after gently tapping her on the side in tag.

[wingsofdestine.livejournal.com]

"Oh, why you..." she laughed, as she darted after him.

[random_xtras]

The market was well habited when they arrived, despite the lateness of the hour. Happy hippy and boho kids nodded and grinned to the young gargoyle couple, while older people largely ignored them in pursuit of the perfect bargain.

Franklin was rubbernecking, Guinevere's hand firmly held in his as he tried to decide what to show her first.

[wingsofdestine.livejournal.com]

Guinevere tensed at the sight of so many humans and waited for the shouts, accusations, or panic to begin. When it did not, she relaxed for a moment and drew himself up just a little taller.

She was better than this; she would not kowtow to fear and uncertainty. She was a Gargoyle and Gargoyles did not know the meaning of fear.

[random_xtras]

"Franklin!" called a voice gladly. "I was wondering when you'd come again. Good luck it's tonight; I have warm chocolate banana cake!"

His head snapped around and his grin split his face, and then he was gently tugging Guinevere toward where a woman in her early forties stood at a table covered with baked goods of all descriptions, many of them still sending out warm aromas into the cool autumn air. "Sally! Can Guinevere have some too?"

"Guinevere, hmm?" The woman smiled at her girl, her eyes twinkling with approval. "Sure, honey, if you want some."

[wingsofdestine.livejournal.com]

Guinevere smiled as well. "I... Thank-you," she said. "I have never had that before, but I would like to try it."

[random_xtras]

Sally's smile widened, and she carefully cut two large slices off a fragrant loaf, then offered them.

Franklin looked to Guinevere. Ladies first.

[wingsofdestine.livejournal.com]

"This smells delicious," Guinevere said, before taking one of the pieces. She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.

"This is... delightful!"